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

OR MAYBE DON'T TELL YOUR STORY

[terribibble]

[It's very clear that Fiddleford is not the only person who is very displeased by the information in the envelope he received. Enough to murder over it? Good lord, no. As far as he's concerned it's a lie anyway and he isn't going to hurt anyone just to keep some mysterious psycho from telling a lie about him.

On the other hand he doesn't want that lie getting out if he can help it, and there's no better way than to burn the evidence. Destroying unpleasant information is kind of a thing for him, isn't it?]

Absolutely not.

[And he's just gonna... toss his envelope into the fire place and prod it waaaay to the back with the poker. Anyone who'd like to follow suit is welcome to.]

No stories ever

[thetimebomb]

[Wow Fiddles having a good idea for once?]

Riiight behind you.

[Sylvia unceremoniously tosses her already torn to shreds note into the fire.]

none at all

[terribibble]

It's... it's invasive, is what it is. I mean I guess I ought'n't be surprised after windin' up here with no warnin'.

[There's nothing more invasive than kidnapping.]

[thetimebomb]

I just figured that they knew this stuff because my adventures weren't exactly a secret, [Actually, unbeknownst to her, she is pretty famous in her galaxy.] but this... I don't know if they stalked us or read or minds or... I don't know. I can't say I've been this creeped out in an eternity.

[terribibble]

You're tellin' me. There's no way anyone could have taken that picture, not unless they've been workin' on this for... for a very long time.

[And isn't that a terrifying thought, that this could have been pre-meditated for so long.]

[thetimebomb]

I don't wanna think about that. I really don't wanna think about how long these guys might have been following us.

[Grop, being stalked at any point in her life is creepy but especially if it was her whole life.]

Is it weird to say that I hope that they went into our minds to get this information and the pictures? Because right now that doesn't sound too bad.

[terribibble]

[This is just confirming all the unhealthy paranoia he already had, honestly, and he is not about it. At her words he pales visibly.]

Yes! Yes, it is weird, why would you want -- why would them gettin' into your head be better?

[thetimebomb]

Uh, because at least if it's creepy, at least it's not stalked me for my whole life across several galaxies creepy?! Grop do you think being stalked is the better of the two options here?

Stories: Not even once

[nobodyperfect]

[Lea quickly does the same with his own envelope. He's not leaving this thing somewhere anyone can find it.]

[pardonmylanguage]

[Tip joins in. She saw your attempt at grabbing the box, Star.]

[aboyandhiscar]

Yikes. Is it that bad?

[terribibble]

I figure the whole point of a secret is that it's somethin' you wouldn't want other folks knowin' about.

[Duh, Mike.]

[aboyandhiscar]

Well yeah, but burning it? No one oughta make anyone talk about anything they don't want to, but you can't let it get to you that much.

And besides, we all like, barely know each other. What's gonna happen even if someone did find out?

[terribibble]

Then that'd be the only thing they knew about me, wouldn't it? And that'd be no good at all when it's not even true.

[aboyandhiscar]

Theeen in that case, I'd believe you. Can't be something we know if you say it isn't.

Anyway, all this secret stuff has got you folks on edge. You gotta relax! Talk about something good, something that's NOT a secret, you know?

[terribibble]

Like what? What's good about --

[No, no no, good things. Positives. Mike was right last time and he's still right now, it's just hard. It's so hard. Fiddleford raises a hand and rubs softly at his temple to ward away the headache he doesn't have yet but can spot coming from a mile away.]

I wouldn't know what to talk about. It's hard to think of good things right now.

[aboyandhiscar]

[He's got way too much practice with redirecting stuff like that. He looks genuinely interested though, practically beaming at Fidds]

We'll let's see! Yoou're from. . .a farm, right? Because of the pigs and potatoes and all that, yeah? Tell me something good about that! Sounds pretty cool to me.

[tangerinetrees]

[ She will go ahead and take the chance to... actually tear the secret off the page and toss just that into the fire? But she's keeping the picture.

... feel free to try to sneak a peek of the picture if you want, i guess?? ]

[sixfingeredstan]

[YEAH BYE this envelope is gone. He tosses it in and doesn't even try to look Fiddleford in the face as he does so. In fact, he actively avoids looking at him.]

[folkscallmewander]

Well...even if we get our secrets told, it's not like we're gonna hate each other because of it.

[Wander has his unopened envelope on his lap. Look, he has some sense of self-control but he's still curious about what's in it.

He's neither throwing it in nor opening it.]

[thetimebomb]

[She throws Wander a quick Look. It doesn't last more than a couple of seconds, but it's enough for Wander to see it.

Wander, her secret isn't really a secret to you, surely you know that people might hate her if this came out.]

[terribibble]

You... you can't say that when you don't even know what they are.

[And... well, sorry Wander but he doesn't trust anyone here enough to believe they won't judge him for what was written in that envelope. Hate? Probably not. But judge? Definitely. And he doesn't want to have to deal with that. It will change everyone's opinion of him and not in a way he wants.]

[chainbroke]

[ She also throws her in. GOODBYE, DEMON. ]

[ilovepuppies]

[huff huff you guys are no fun.]

[amadeusrockette]

[Julia does the exact opposite of Karolina: she tears off the photo section of her secret and tosses that into the fire but casually tucks the secret itself in her pocket.

The photo was the embarassing thing anyway.]