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]

'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.]

[sixfingeredstan]

I think once you're dead and have left this mortal coil, your ideas of 'reasonable' fly right out of your head.

[thetimebomb]

You can say that again.

So, you find anyone who wanted that chicken yet? If it's as dumb as you say it is, I'd be impressed.

[Sylvia...]

[sixfingeredstan]

Actually, yes! I gave it to Wander. They seem to have become the best of friends.

[thetimebomb]

Wan-

[She just... gently facepalms.]

Ford, I'm sorry, but we really don't need a pet.

[sixfingeredstan]

Well, it's staying in his room, so it shouldn't be too much of a bother.

[Ford chuckles.] He renamed it Honey Nut.

[thetimebomb]

Yeah but i- when we get outta here, we can't keep a chicken around with us.

[Pets and intragalactic travel do not mix.]

Is it at least not dangerous?

[sixfingeredstan]

I wouldn't worry too much about it for the time being.

[Ford throws his head back and laughs.]

It's about the furthest thing from dangerous you can imagine.

[thetimebomb]

Don't encourage him. The last thing I want is to wake up one day and be drowning in random animals Wander found the previous night.

[But she does seem relieved by Ford's answer.]

Oh thank grop. I can at least handle it if it's not trying to kill me.

[She says in such a way that there's a very good chance Wander might have tried adopting an animal that would, in fact, attempt to kill her.]

[sixfingeredstan]

It would kill itself out of stupidity before it tried to kill you, Sylvia, I assure you.

[Trust him. Ford saw the chicken try it a few times.]