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

[wannagetsmote]

No idea what you're talking about, kiddo. [He probably doesn't even know what keelhauling is. Such a sad life he leads.]


See, there you go. Something to do. Better than nothing to do, right?

[pardonmylanguage]

...history stuff, I think. Or maybe fake history stuff, I don't know. Guess it's not from your time or place.

...don't really know how long I can keep this up.

[wannagetsmote]

[Tip's words, if defeated, at least seemed to spark some amount of thought in the demi-god.]

Kinda weird, isn't it? All these differences? I had at least three different people yell at me about electrixity last week. Aside from eels, I'd never even heard of it.

[Oh, great. Small mortal having feelings. Kill him now. He reached over and offered an amicable punch to her shoulder. Which... probably was a bit harder than it should have been. Curse you, demi-strength.]

There are worse people to be trapped with. I'm a demi-god! I'll keep you safe.

[pardonmylanguage]

Yeah, no one's heard of the Boov invasion either. Even the people who claim to be from around the same time or after.

[She actually stumbles at that punch, falling on her butt on the stairs. Luckily she's able to just sit there for a bit.] I suppose so. I can't see anyone here actually killing another person.

[wannagetsmote]

Add one more to that list, kid. But then, I haven't heard of any of this so... I probably don't count, huh?

[If Maui felt bad (he did, just a little), it didn't seem to show. They'd all have to learn sooner or later, right?]

There's not really anyone I'm worried about, either. I'd say I'm the biggest wild card but... I know myself pretty well. Isn't that right, buddy?

[Mini Maui nodded. Best friends 5 ever.]

[pardonmylanguage]

Yeah, I'd hope so. [She notices the moving tattoo for the first time.] ...huh?

[wannagetsmote]

[The tattoo waved, while Maui simply rolled his eyes.]

It's a thing, kid. It just happens sometimes. A lot of the time. He has a mind of his own.

[Apparently moving tattoos are weird? Who would have thought.]

[pardonmylanguage]

[...well, he's a demigod.] So is he like your conscience or something?

[wannagetsmote]

What? No. [Mini Maui's boyfriend soon-to-be-best-friend is the only conscience around here.]

He's just... me? The embodiment of my heroics, I guess. See, here he's holding up the sky for everyone. [He prodded at the tattoo.]

[pardonmylanguage]

[She peers closer.] So he's like a moving record of what you've done? [She can't believe he has Television Abs.]

[wannagetsmote]

Exactly! The other parts don't move as much, though. Only when it's important to the story being told. But the little guy? He never stops.

[Releasing the sky for a moment, the tattoo wriggled his fingers at the girl.]

[pardonmylanguage]

Wow...so your tattoos are like a living television? [A pause] Oh, um, that's something more modern, I guess. It's like...moving pictures, but on a screen? And they can be recorded and played back later?

[wannagetsmote]

Huh. [For once, Maui actually looked interested in a future concept.]

I guess you could describe it like that.

[pardonmylanguage]

Yeah. The pictures on television can't actually respond to you though, so you've got an advantage there. [She waves to Mini Maui again.]

[wannagetsmote]

Yeah. This one never shuts up.

[Rude.]

[pardonmylanguage]

...do you mean that as a metaphor or something? Because I haven't heard anything from him.

[wannagetsmote]

Nnnnooo. Most people just can't hear him is all. But trust me, he always has lots to say.

[pardonmylanguage]

Okay... [She's not sure how much she believes it. Then again, a living tattoo is already pretty weird, so why not a living tattoo that can talk to the guy he's tattooed on?] So where he did come from exactly? Did someone ink him on you, or did he just appear out of nowhere? [She shrugs. Who knows how that works for demigods?]