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.}

Comments

[terribibble]

[Well. He wouldn't call community life here 'mundane' exactly what with the ghosts and aliens and high possibility of alternate realities, but the fact remains all the same that Fiddleford is starting to acclimate. He's venturing out of his room more, he hasn't run into any spiderwebs in days, and while his baseline level of panic is still quite high he's got a much better handle on it than he did at the start. It's fine. He is not going to die in this house, even if this is a house where severed hands come out of slot machines.

Speaking of the slot machine, he's staying far away from it for now. Instead he can be found in the conservatory, reading from a particular thick book and occasionally taking notes in his own notebook. He's put off actually reading this thing, and he's still going awful slow on the off-chance he's exposed to something he'd rather not read about, but... but what if Ford wrote about him?]

... Leprecorn. I swear to god it's like he made half this nonsense up...

conservatory

[kindaruledatit]

[Boy it sure would be a shame

if someone were to happen upon him, and lean over his shoulder.]

...Is that the journal?

[terribibble]

Well I don't know if it's the journal but it is a journal. One of Stanford's.

[kindaruledatit]

[Well if you just let her get a peek at the cover there....] Yeah man, it's the journal Dipper found in the woods. [She grins.]

Ooh! Does that thing say anything about how we can get out of here?

[terribibble]

[Spoilers, Wendy, he hasn't gotten that far yet!]

I don't... I don't think so? Not so far. Can't imagine he'd've been able to predict this.

[kindaruledatit]

[oof. Is it really spoilers already]

I dunno. There's been some pretty amazing stuff in that book. It's helped us out a lot. [wait] I mean, me and my friends.

[terribibble]

Really. Because it all looks so... well it just seems so silly, y'know.

[He holds up the page with the barf fairies. Like. Come on.]

I can't imagine this is goin' to help us much.

[kindaruledatit]

[...Well, when you put it that way. Wendy peers at the entry, making a slight face.]

Ugh. Yeah, not unless we really need something to puke. [And. Just, no.]

But, it's really helped a lot, dude. Like, we found Ford's secret underground murder bunker with that thing.

[terribibble]

His secret--

[Oh. He knows what she means. He erased a lot of the stuff that took place inside it but he certainly remembers that it exists.]

It wasn't a murder bunker, it was a research containment facility.

Conservatory

[wannagetsmote]

[Maybe Fidds would notice Maui approaching, he wasn't exactly quiet. If so, he'd probably detect the man leaning over his shoulder long before the demigod said anything. In the even that he didn't, though, well... This weird, tiny old man wouldn't be the first person he scared here.]

Leprecorn? [Regardless of whether or not he was caught, Maui eventually spoke in a loud, booming voice despite their proximity.] I've fought one of those before.

[terribibble]

[Oh, he noticed. First he hoped Maui was in here to do his own thing and wouldn't approach him specifically, and then he hoped if he stayed quiet long enough he'd go away, but apparently you can't win 'em all and now he has to try and navigate a conversation with a man whose little finger is about the same width as one of his arms.]

You've --

You fought one? It doesn't exactly look like the fightin' sort.

[wannagetsmote]

Uh, duh. [Maui reeled back, putting his fists up in the air. He swung at the space above the man's head once or twice.]

It came at me with its... horn, swinging all wild. I had to protect a little -- a hundred little girls from it.

[#ThatHappened.]

[terribibble]

[... Sure. Sure, that happened. Fiddleford is a bad liar himself, but that doesn't mean he can't spot when other people are doing it.]

... Right. You sound like a regular old hero.

[wannagetsmote]

Regular? Excuse me? [Maui recoiled, as if he had been struck. Disgust lined his face, and he motioned to the length of his torso.]

There is nothing regular about me, little dude.

[terribibble]

[Oh, god, he's one of those types. Loud. Insufferable. Self-satisfied. And here Fiddleford thought one was enough with Ford in this house.]

Pardon. I didn't mean to imply anythin' rude.

[The more polite he gets the less polite he is actually being.]

[wannagetsmote]

[Maui heaved a massive shoulder up in a nonchalant shrug. For all his griping, it was clear that he wasn't all that bothered by Fidds' apparent insult to his honor. Nor did he quite pick up on the the man's continued insults.]

It's alright. Everyone around here is struggling with the whole demi-god thing. I'm a forgiving god, though, so I'll let it slide. No need to get smiting.

[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'.]

conservatory

[outsidethecircle]

[She's just looking around a bit before heading to the study (before a certain someone wrecks it) and... She stands a respectable distance away.]

Did you get that from the study?

[terribibble]

What? Oh no, no. I got it out of the, ah. The machine in the game room.

[outsidethecircle]

It seems pretty amazing.

[terribibble]

Oh sure. Amazingly silly.

[outsidethecircle]

Did I say something wrong?

[terribibble]

Oh, no, no. Of course not. It's not you that's silly, it's just...

[He holds up the book. I mean, really? A leprechaun/unicorn hybrid? Barf fairies? The portal potty?]

You have to admit it's all a mite bit far-fetched.

[outsidethecircle]

...

[She stares. And then giggles. And giggles some more.]

That's silly.

[terribibble]

See! That's what I think, but you ask Stanford and he'll say it's all completely real.