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.}

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[terribibble]

[Oh, god, he's one of those types. Loud. Insufferable. Self-satisfied. And here Fiddleford thought one was enough with Ford in this house.]

Pardon. I didn't mean to imply anythin' rude.

[The more polite he gets the less polite he is actually being.]

[wannagetsmote]

[Maui heaved a massive shoulder up in a nonchalant shrug. For all his griping, it was clear that he wasn't all that bothered by Fidds' apparent insult to his honor. Nor did he quite pick up on the the man's continued insults.]

It's alright. Everyone around here is struggling with the whole demi-god thing. I'm a forgiving god, though, so I'll let it slide. No need to get smiting.

[terribibble]

[Oh, right. The demi-god thing. He remembers reading about that and being very Unsure, and he's still very Unsure now.]

Well that's mighty kind of you, holdin' back your godly wrath and all. I will admit I never have met a demi-god before. Is that why your tattoos, ah...

[He holds up a hand and wiggles it to indicate 'that really distressing way they actually move around in a way that tattoos really should not do ever'.]

[wannagetsmote]

You know, that's a thing that really weirds me out about you people. You have no connection to anything. Who even fights your monsters for you? If a lepretorn showed up on your doorstep, what god's name would you cry out to help you?

[That... was a bit of a long-winded rant, and something that he'd been holding back for awhile. Once it was out in the open, though? It was easy enough to get distracted. That, and the voice only he could hear was desperately trying to dig for his own attention.]

A side-effect. I do something godly and heroic, they show up to commemorate it. Stole fire from a goddess? Got a tattoo. Lassoed the sun? Bam! Tattoo.