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

[tangerinetrees]

[ Well, it... certainly has the right heft to it. And fake versions are probably pretty solidly frowned upon... ]

I don't know if this is the actual thing or just a replica, but... this looks exactly like something pretty dangerous from where I come from.

[whistlenotchirp]

...Well that's ominous.

[Now she's awakened his curiosity and he hops a little closer.] Some kinda... big brass knuckle?

[tangerinetrees]

It's called the Infinity Gauntlet. Uh... if you know how to work it, and you get these rocks into the holes, you can take over planets?

[whistlenotchirp]

...Huh!

That's.

Somewhat.

Dire.

[tangerinetrees]

Yyyyyeah. If it's the real thing it's inactive, but uh... probably best this thing gets kept safe just in case? These ghosts can take people from all sorts of times and places, they might just have the gauntlet in there for kicks.

[whistlenotchirp]

Can't imagine they'd leave a working one for us to fiddle with unsupervised.

Still, if its as dangerous as you say... yes, best to keep it somewhere out of sight. [Approval of conscience confirmed.]

[tangerinetrees]

[ She nods. ]

Yeah, just... make sure this stays somewhere no one can get to it.

[whistlenotchirp]

[He nods.

Wait.]

Sorry, as in... as in I do that?

[tangerinetrees]

I mean... I can take it if you want, but you're kind of the only one it literally can't fit.

[whistlenotchirp]

I mean, if you want me to, I'm always happy to help. Being an Official Conscience.

It just might be... a little beyond my strength.

[tangerinetrees]

I can take it too, if you want! Or I can just. Carry it to your room and we can hide it somewhere.

[whistlenotchirp]

[As much as he wants to brag that he knows best, he actually has no idea what he's dealing with and isn't sure he wants to.]

Whatever you think is the best spot for it, I'm willing to try.

Long as it isn't somewhere it could crush me.