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

[whistlenotchirp]

No, straight-forward as ever. Gimme a size. Inches, centimeters, whatever.

[thetimebomb]

Um... an inch?

[Is this a safe answer?]

[whistlenotchirp]

...Close enough! [He's two inches how dare you]

Now, let me ask: how many other people my size have you met?

[thetimebomb]

[And now she gets what he's talking about.]

Wait, you're telling me you're thinking about dating at a time like this? Don't we have a lot more important things to be worrying about? Like, I dunno, escaping?

[whistlenotchirp]

Of course I want to get out! But do you know how long crickets live?! My time's a little short here.

[thetimebomb]

[And then Sylvia realizes in a dawning horror that she has probably said some things that she shouldn't.]

... Wait how long do crickets normally live?

[whistlenotchirp]

[That's a weirdly toning down of yelling and he isn't sure how to keep up his own yelling while still looking moral.]

...Three months, tops?

[thetimebomb]

[Oh flarp that's sad and suddenly she feels really guilty.]

Oh, um, however old you are, you look great for your age?

[whistlenotchirp]

...Well.

[On one hand, petty anger. On the other, ego stroking.]

Much obliged.

[thetimebomb]

No problem.

[Grop she could have been openly mocking an old man on his death throes why didn't anyone tell her this.]

Y... yeah sorry about all that back there. I sometimes say things before I think about them.

[whistlenotchirp]

[Well, he induced guilt! He can check that off his conscience list.]

Happens to us all. Besides, there's much more inconsiderate people here than you.