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

[aboyandhiscar]

Yeah, like pepperoni, supreme--heck, I'd just settle for cheese right now. [Just SOMETHING greasy to fill that crappy teenager food void. He pauses, something just not hitting him.]

--wait, 'new'? Heh, you only eat ice cream before or something?

[chainbroke]

[ By now, she's understanding that eating just one food your whole existence is... weird. ]

Um, yes. [ She fidgets. ] There wasn't anything else, before.

[ Sure, that sounds like a reasonable explanation! ]

[aboyandhiscar]

[oh.

well shit.]

Dang.

. . .well! First time for everything, yeah? Don't get me wrong, ice cream's great, but if you've got the chance to experiment, you should dig in! If you wanna start simple, a sandwich is the way to go.

[chainbroke]

I've... had a little of first times here.

[ She lets out a sheepish laugh. ]

Sandwich... what would you put on it?

[aboyandhiscar]

That's the great thing about a sandwich, you can put just about anything on it! If it tastes good, and it's between bread, it's a sandwich. [or something loosely associated. He wanders toward the fridge.]

How about this--name like, 3 tastes, or sensations you think you'd like. You know, salty, sweet, like that.