WEEK 2

[grimgrinningghosts]

[One week. One week spent in the Haunted Mansion, and nothing seems to have changed. The hinges still creak in doorless chambers, strange and frightening sounds still echo through and you still occasionally catch a flicker of candlelight out of the corner of your eye. You might be slowly becoming familiar with the mundanity of this communal life, and we've recognized that possibility.

Something has to give.]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{ooc: Don't forget to turn in your week 1/intro AC! As per murdergame tradition, this begins our new weekly schedule - Tuesday and onwards are locked for the motive. Everybody's just working for the weekend.

Additionally, a few people this week are going to get tagged by...something. If you'd like to opt out of this, please let us know.}

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[thetimebomb]

[She accepts the offer, looking very determined for someone who just said this was a terrible idea.]

Whatever you say, Mudboy!

[amadeusrockette]

The machine in the games room? [Julia takes the hat from Wander and settles it on her head before striking a pose.] What do you think?

[whistlenotchirp]

[He nods.

Wait.]

Sorry, as in... as in I do that?

[tangerinetrees]

I mean... I can take it if you want, but you're kind of the only one it literally can't fit.

[folkscallmewander]

Those ones!

[He tilts his head, considering the finer points of her new look. Out comes the phone. Click.]

Looks really nice on you, the color matches your outfit better. [He holds up the phone to show her the picture.]

[wannagetsmote]

[Without a word, Maui wrapped his sausage fingers his hands around Sylvia's form. He heaved her up into the air, not unlike a soccer player might prepare for a throw-in. Planting his feet, he bent his arms back and released a breath.]

Here goes nothing.

[Actually, here goes Sylvia, flying up the stairs.]

[whistlenotchirp]

I mean, if you want me to, I'm always happy to help. Being an Official Conscience.

It just might be... a little beyond my strength.

[terribibble]

Oh, I. Ah. I'm not much of a tea-drinker myself if we're bein' honest. Chamomile's not bad? Y'know, for before bed. Helps me sleep, sometimes.

[Only sometimes. Most nights he can still barely manage to get his eyes shut before it's time to get back up again. But, hey. Can't hurt to try, right?

He is going to pour a little of that milk into his coffee, though. Just a dash. Just enough to turn it from dark brown to a slightly less-dark brown. It's almost more to cool it than it is to change the flavor.]

And, ah. It's Fiddleford.

[He's not trying to be rude, especially since Wander was kind enough to share breakfast, but... Fiddles?]

[whistlenotchirp]

Checking in? What's there to check on?

[whistlenotchirp]

Can't think of a spider that enjoys a mini sandwich.

[whistlenotchirp]

Fiddleford.

[Just immediately under the bus.]

[terribibble]

[Oh, right. The demi-god thing. He remembers reading about that and being very Unsure, and he's still very Unsure now.]

Well that's mighty kind of you, holdin' back your godly wrath and all. I will admit I never have met a demi-god before. Is that why your tattoos, ah...

[He holds up a hand and wiggles it to indicate 'that really distressing way they actually move around in a way that tattoos really should not do ever'.]

[thetimebomb]

[Sylvia lets out a battle cry as she is flung over the stairs. She makes some distances until she... loses altitude and is rammed face first into the stairs. She flops over until she is once again at the bottom of the stairs, looking much worse for wear than the last time she fell.]

Ow...

[Grop she's in so much pain. Is this what dying feels like? This feels like dying.]

[folkscallmewander]

[This is totally normal. The hero of mortals, giant among met, sitting on the floor of a dusty house with an orange muppet on his knee reading a book to him and his tattoo. Wander clears his throat, lowers his voice to something appropriately dramatic, and begins:]

"Call me--" [Right, replace the hero's name. Assuming the narrator is the 'hero'] "Maui. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely --having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world."

[Wander continues, explaining how the titular Maui had always wanted to travel the sea and loved being a sailor. On day, he stays at an inn owned by the ominous-sounding Peter Coffin and begins meeting unusual characters that draw his curiosity...]

[amadeusrockette]

My friend Francesca says a hat is always the best accessory to have. [She does take it off, though, to hand back to Wander.] Here's your hat back.

[thetimebomb]

Buddy we lost all rights to feel safe the moment we woke up here.

[Seriously Fiddles it's not a mystery.]

[terribibble]

[RIGHT, BUT LIKE,,,]

It's... it's different. If they can get into your head then, then they can make you think things, do things, they can see everythin' you think a-and always be one step ahead of you...

[And what if they can see everything he erased away? What if... what if they find a way to bring it back, just to fuck with him.]

If they can get into our heads then there's no point havin' any hope at all.

[thetimebomb]

Whoa, Fiddles, I said nothing about them making us do things. I was just thinking that maybe they read through our memories before we first woke up here.

[You might be overthinking this, Fidds.]

[terribibble]

[DO YOU NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GHOSTS]

And I'm sayin' if they can do that then there's nothin' stoppin' them doin' whatever else they please. Especially if they're spirits, because that's what spirits do, they, they possess you and turn you wicked.

[thetimebomb]

[LOOK AT BEST HER INTERACTIONS WITH GHOSTS ARE VERY MINIMAL.]

If they can do that whenever they want, why haven't they done that by now, then? Why bother with the motives if they can just possess us and force us to murder each other?

[aboyandhiscar]

I mean, that's pretty much happening anyway, but sure. My lips are sealed.

[aboyandhiscar]

[He's got way too much practice with redirecting stuff like that. He looks genuinely interested though, practically beaming at Fidds]

We'll let's see! Yoou're from. . .a farm, right? Because of the pigs and potatoes and all that, yeah? Tell me something good about that! Sounds pretty cool to me.

[aboyandhiscar]

Scientifically speaking. . .I'm totally not a scientist, haha. I'll take your word for it.

But c'mon, man. You can't talk about learning all this stuff about folks and then give such a wishy washy answer. Let's hear some stories. I'll swap you a tuna salad sandwich. [it's basically just tuna and mayo]

1/2

[terribibble]

That's --

2/2

[terribibble]

... A good point.

[Okay. Okay. Deep breath. Remember: panic, bad. Calm, good. It's been over a week. He's been outside the salt circle enough that they could have if they wanted to.]