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WEEK 2

[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]

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Uh... what? [He knocked another book down, blinked, then glanced over at Wander. Turns out, everyone's favorite demi-god is part cat.]

It's just... parchment with scribbles on it. [Thunk]

[Wander's voice squeaks.] No, it's not! It's a story someone wanted to share with the future. [He shuffles to the next book and stacks it.] Someone worked very hard on these books, and you're just gonna disrespect them like this?

We're supposed to gently rest them on a nice, clean blanket on top of a flat surface. [He searches for a doily or table cloth. Nope.] Or on a desk, properly handled!

[There. Nice and straight on the desk.] See?

Stories, huh? [Maui picked up another book, thumbing through the pages rather roughly. He had to have missed something then, there was simply no way --

Nope.

He slammed the book shut and chucked it across the room.]

I think if people wanted me to pay attention to their stories, they would have them make sense. What are those supposed to be? Itty bitty pictures?

[Wander makes a noise that's a mix between a cat's yowl and a chair scraping against a tiled floor. He runs across the room to pick up the poor thrown book.]

Look at it, it's chipped! [He storms up to Maui and shoves the book in his face. Sure enough, there's a bit of the cover that flaked off.] What about the rest of us that enjoy readin'?

[This is going to be a tough one. Maui doesn't care about books, he's thoughtlessly destroying them, how can Wander reach out to him in a friendly manner?

Simple. He takes a deep breath and smiles.] How about... I read you one of these books?

[If nothing else, Wander's offer caught Maui's attention. He reeled back, as if he had been slapped, and then blinked wildly at the young thing in front of him.]

You really understand all that? How?

By readin' it.

[Looks at the letters. Looks at Maui.]

Oooooooh. This isn't your language, is it? No worries, you got us!

Language? [He did a double-take, glancing wildly between Wander and the book itself.] So these are words just... put on paper?

Why not just put a picture in there?

A picture may be worth a thousand words, but you don't know what a person is thinkin' unless they talk it out to you!

[He scans the page and smiles. The assorted collections of Edgar Allen Poe, human or alien AU, is always a staple in spooky places, how could Wander not have predicted this?] Oh, this one's a classic. It's a short story about-- [Actually, the story about a guy murdering a dude and hiding the body would be in bad taste.] a raven that flies into a guy's room and gets all cryptic and spooky.

[Closes the book.]

Why don't I pick somethin' you'd be interested in? You seem like the type of guy who's into adventure. Adventure book? Eh, eh? [Maybe there is a pirate story in here.]

[Well, what do you know. The weird, annoying mop thing that Maui hated so much actually had a brain. Maui might have even said something about it, if not for the fact that he was too busy considering both Wander's words and the concept over all.]

So... every story you've ever told is written down, rather than just being passed around verbally? [Sounds fake but...] Alright. Find me the best adventure you can find. And... replace the hero's name with mine.

[Wander nods vigorously as he peruses the line of books.] That way, anyone can read it whenever they want. [There's a good book--no, that's a murder mystery.] I mean, everyone can tell a story, but these really long ones? It's easy to keep 'em in books. [Puts back a horror collection.] I been to a couple of libraries in my life, those have all kinds of books to read and borrow. [Science fiction. Better, but judging by how few people here have been to other planets, Wander assumes that this book will involve lots of explanations.] Plus, readin' is useful for pretty much anythin' else.

[Oh, what's this? Wander removes a thick, dusty book from the shelf. He coughs as a cloud flies into his noses, and when he can breath again:] Moby Dick. Huh. It's about a giant whale, judgin' by the cover. That sound good to you?

[Rather than respond, Maui simply plopped down on the ground with his legs crossed. Later, he'd be embarrassed at how eager he was to throw himself into this story session -- he reminded himself just a bit too much of village children crowding at their elders' skirts. Nevertheless, he remained in his position.]

Uh. Yeah, I guess. [Totally not excited or anything. Nope, not at all.]

[Wander slides around Maui to sit on his knee. For such a giant of a demigod, he could spare some space for Wander and the book.]

You too. Get on over here. [He waves a hand at Mini Maui. Everyone is invited to storytime!]

Okay first of all -- [Maui reached out to grab Wander by the head, aiming to lift him off and set him on the ground. It was only his inky counterpart's enthusiasm, rushing from one tapestry to another and bouncing on his toes, that kept him quiet.]

You're grounded later, buddy.

Alright. We're ready, I guess. With... a weird thing on my knee. Okay. This is... fine.

[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...]

[Knowing what little he does about the strange not-pictures in front of him, he knew that Wander had replaced his name. He didn't see any letters that looked like the ones on his profile. He wasn't all that interested in calling the kid's bluff, however. It was a little touching, and certainly a massive ego boost.

Of course, the story was a little slow going, and without fearsome renderings of the action, he had nothing to focus on. As such, it didn't take him long to yawn, though he still acted interested in what Wander was saying. It was just... different.]

Wait, wait, hold on a second. What's an inn?

[Wander looks up by craning his neck back and staring at Maui with his big ol' eyes.]

It's a buildin' where travelers can sleep for the night. They're mostly found in towns where there's lots of folks passin' through, so everyone has a place to sleep and eat before they keep on movin' the next day.

[He points to a passage on the page.] See, since he's a sailor, he can't sleep on the ship every day, so he stays on land to eat and sleep for one night. It's a good way to meet other travelers and hear their stories, just like he's doin' now.

Wait, but why can't he sleep on the ship every night. Have you ever fallen asleep on a boat before? It's lulling.

[Maybe not so lulling when you have a dart from an angry coconut in your butt. Other than that, falling asleep on Moana's boat, back at sea after having been stuck on the island for so long? It was comfortable and comforting.]

I did a few times. Spaceships, too, but it gets borin' if you only stay in one place. And it's cold at night, wouldn't it be better to stay inside a warm house?

Kid, I'm not going to even pretend that I know what a space ship is. All I know is that if you're doing it right, you're never staying in the same place.

Can't speak for the cold thing, though. Never really bothered me.

Like a ship, only it goes through space. [It makes complete sense.]

Don't you ever wanna stay at a town to see the sights, meet the people, check out neat landmarks? You can't do all that in less than a day.

[Maui can only think of the little boat he and Moana were on, cruising through space. It's... a pretty terrifying image.]

I spent thousands of years trapped on one island, kid. I can't imagine being in one place for more than few minutes? This thing we're doing right now? In this place?

Awful.

Thousands?! [He tucks his knees under his chin.] What kinda island was it? I mean, spendin' lifetimes in one place isn't good on its own, but you had all the time to really learn about this one place.

And the stories? What were you up to?

Uh. It had sand. And rocks. Some brush. [Maui shrugged.] Oh, and a lovely sculpture of yours truly.

Stories though? I've got none. I was trapped. Banished, really.

Oh, I wanna hear about that statue. [Not how he got banished? Nah.]

Not much to say -- far better in person -- but I'm pretty sure it looks a little like this.

[Better hop off quick, Wander. Maui's rising up and striking a pose.]

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