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

[sixfingeredstan]

A. The Game Room
[After the offering of a motive to the group, Ford has been rather pensive. Dwelling on past mistakes, trying to swallow down his guilt all over again. He's found that books and his own endless stream of questions aren't quite enough to distract him. But gambling? Gambling is a good distraction.

The only thing is, the slot machine doesn't seem to want to give him anything useful. This time around, he's given a ladies' glass shoe, a bottle of questionable-looking champagne, and...]

A chicken?

[Ford grips it by its neck, which doesn't seem to phase the chicken at all, whatsoever. On the contrary, it begins to peck at his fingers, not in a defensive way, but in a "this might be edible" kind of way.]

Who puts livestock in a slot machine? Honestly.


B. Around the House

[Later, Ford makes several copies of the same notice and pins them up at strategic points around the house:

FOUND: CHICKEN
VERY STUPID, VERY SKINNY
THINKS EVERYTHING IS FOOD
WILLING TO BARTER FOR OWNERSHIP OF CHICKEN

PLEASE SEE FORD PINES FOR MORE INFO.

Please take this chicken off his hands. It really is incredibly stupid.]

B

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander has his own set of things he must give out, but he can't stay by his wares the entire day. The sign for a free pet chicken is enough to draw him away.]

Ford! Ford! [He runs through the hallways in search of him.] There you are! [Excitedly waves a hand.

It's Wander, hold a smartphone, missing his hat, and wearing a pink princess dress from the machine.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford turns around at the sound of his name, and cracks a grin at the sight of Wander.]

Greetings! That is...certainly a very nice outfit you've got on.

[Wander literally what are you wearing.]

[folkscallmewander]

[WHERE IS THE CHICKEN oh wait he complimented his dress. How can he not pass up the chance to show it off?]

You think so? [He holds out his arms and turns around.] It could use a few more accessories, like a crown or a necklace or a hat but at least the dress is alright itself.

[And he faces Ford once more. Wander moves out the folds.] I heard you got a chicken? Where is it?

B

[arpeggiositar]

[That's a notice, yeah. Demyx reads it, raising his eyebrows]

A stupid chicken...I have heard of it before...

[He remembers. As soon as he does, he goes to find Ford]

Hey, that chicken you found? It belongs to Maui. Thought you should know that...and also that he plans to gut and eat that chicken as soon as he can.

[sixfingeredstan]

Hmm? Yes, what about—

[Ford frowns.]

Oh. Well. That's too bad, since I already rehomed it.

[arpeggiositar]

That's not a pretty way to say you stuck it into an oven, right?

[Demyx has the feeling it isn't, but he can't resist the chance to tease about that]>/small>

game room

[chainbroke]

[ She's saving the little coins she's found around, but she's here to look at the games. What she's not expecting to find, though, is Ford with... ]

... Is that a live chicken?

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford holds it out at arms' length. Do chickens' eyes usually bulge out like that...?]

Unfortunately, yes. I've never heard of live animals coming out of a slot machine.

[chainbroke]

[ Hei Hei is doing her a concern. ]

Neither have I. Do you think it's... okay?

[ Because it does not look okay. ]

A

[defyingfrigidity]

[Surprisingly, Elsa has seen live chickens before! She hasn't taken too many trips to the farms surrounding Arendelle's castle town, but there were a few trips, and the farmers had been almost too eager to show her their livestock.

This chicken... it didn't seem anything like the ones she'd seen. Way too scraggly, for one, and something about it just seemed... off.]

It doesn't look very healthy. Perhaps you should dig up something in the kitchen for it to eat?

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford's brow furrows, and he sets the chicken down on the ground. It immediately begins walking repeatedly into his shin.]

I didn't think I'd ever say this sentence aloud, but...I think this chicken might be mentally disabled.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa's... dealt with some odd things before. Olaf, the horde of little snowmen she'd accidentally created when she was sick.... but this chicken is definitely one of the oddest things.]

Maybe it's just... in shock from being trapped in that machine?

B

[wannagetsmote]

[Maui spotted the signs early in the day, and the sheer amount of them was enough to spark his curiosity. Admittedly, he recognized only one thing on the paper, Ford's name. He'd studied the profiles enough to at least recognize the similarities between what was on the paper and the words next to Ford's face. Tearing down the paper, Maui quickly set out to find the man and, once he did, his first priority was shaking the piece of paper around like a madman. No time to spot a chicken here.]

You. Old man. What does this say?

[sixfingeredstan]

[What in fresh hell—

Okay. OKAY. Ford bats the piece of paper away from his face, looking harried.]

My name is Ford. And it says that I found a chicken and wanted to find a new owner for it.

[wannagetsmote]

[Maui rolled his eyes -- semantics. Name or not, he was old, and a man. It was nothing more than an accurate statement. Maui might have said all of that, if not for the mention of the chicken. The demi-god glowered, not quite at Ford but... close enough.]

A chicken? What's he look like? [Chubby? Juicy? Totally edible?]

A

[sentadaughter]

[Yeah, that. That sure is a chicken.

Mulan watches it for a moment, wondering how that chicken survived in there for at least the last week, before figuring that she probably doesn't want to know.]

Well, it's something to eat at least? Even if it looks a little scrawny.

[sixfingeredstan]

I highly doubt it would be worth the effort of slaughtering. There doesn't seem to be enough meat on it to go through all that trouble...

[sentadaughter]

Well that's nothing a little grain can't fix, right?

B

[thetimebomb]

[She reads the note and instantly becomes in this. She doesn't really want a chicken, but the fact that Ford found one piques her interests.]

So you found a live chicken?

[She... supposed there were much worse things found in this terrible building.]

[sixfingeredstan]

'Found' being used loosely, yes. It came out of the slot machine.

[He doesn't look particularly bothered by it. It's not his problem anymore.]

[thetimebomb]

Grop what is wrong with the person who stocks that machine? First that hand and now live animals. If I wasn't sure it was the ghost stocking it, I would be really worried what's wrong with this guys.

[Don't get her wrong, she's still worried.]

A

[kindaruledatit]

[One day, Wendy will come in here with all the coins she has got. One day... but, in the meantime.]

Dude, that's a chicken.

[She says it very matter-of-factly, pointing at the fowl.]

You got a chicken.

[sixfingeredstan]

Yes, yes it is.

[Ford has set it on a chair, which the chicken is currently trying to peck through enough to eat the stuffing out of the cushion.]

Believe me, I'm just surprised as you are.

[kindaruledatit]

[She watches the chicken for a moment.]

A chicken. [and then she looks at Ford.] Dude, are you gonna, like, eat it or something?