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

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander doesn't know what's written in his, but in a sense he has a good feeling. Depending on how much they know about them, it could be very personal. It might not be all that bad, there's 25 of them and a lot of living between them. How easy is it to find a dark secret they have never shared?]

They're only attemptin' to scare us. We just gotta stick together and find a way out, there's no way they'd find somethin' about all of us.

[He doesn't want to open his envelope, but that box is very tempting. If he leaves, will he be able to sleep without knowing what is written in there. How much do they know about his past? Are they really going to tell their secrets, just like that?

Wander stands still, staring at the box of envelopes.]

[thetimebomb]

[She has... some idea what Wander's secret might be, but she really didn't know a whole lot about Wander. Which, she supposed, might be a good sign. If she didn't know Wander's deepest secrets, how could these villains whom they have never met have any idea?]

You're right. They can't have secrets for things when there's no way they can learn about it.

[She wraps an arm around his shoulder.]

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander turns and wraps his arms around Sylvia's midsection. He's still thinking about whatever is written in his envelope, but if they have each other, he doesn't have to worry about what happens when Ghostave reads it.

As long as they have each other.]

No secret's gonna tear us apart.

[thetimebomb]

[That brings a small smile to her face. That's right. She's worrying too much over nothing, and so what if everyone will know her darkest secret at the end of the week? Her secrets don't define her, after all.

... Okay they kinda do but shhh.]

Of course it won't, we're too strong for something as silly as secrets. They're gonna have to try a lot harder than that to break us.