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

[terribibble]

Ah, naw. There was enough of us we could just herd them back in. Y'know, surround them and shoo them in the right direction. Ukelily set her pet goose on them and I think that was about the time they decided they'd rather be in their pen if given the choice.

[This is... actually kind of helping. It's weird talking about his childhood with someone who he's only just met but, well, this situation is already real goddamn weird. He'll survive.]

[aboyandhiscar]

[good!! no potential murder or secrets, just good ol'......pig memories....]

Okay see, I've never seen a real goose, but I've heard the stories. That proves those are some smart pigs, dang!

Who's Ukelily?

[terribibble]

Oh -- my older sister.

[He was kind of expecting Mike to remark upon the name -- people usually do.]

[aboyandhiscar]

[buddy he has a friend named Texas and his bestie goes by Lord Vanquisher when larping, he has learned not to judge.]

Nice! She sounds sweet but not the kinda person to cross if she's got a pet goose on her, heh.

How you feeling?

[terribibble]

... Better. A little.

Thank you.

[aboyandhiscar]

I'll take a little.

No prob--but hey, if you ever wanna tell me more, I'm all ears. Bots, racing, concrete jungles, I know all about that, but farmside? Sounding waaay more fun.

And you don't have to be having a crisis just to talk.

[terribibble]

Oh, I wouldn't call that earlier a crisis, exactly, just...

[It was totally a crisis.]

I'll keep that in mind. It's kind of you to offer and all.

[aboyandhiscar]

'Course! My bad. And hey, don't sweat it. We're all stuck here, so we're all crew. Just good looking out.

[terribibble]

Right -- right. All in the same boat, and all that.

[It's good to know even here in a place full of mostly strangers, at least some of those strangers are decent people.]

[aboyandhiscar]

Exactly! [A sinking, haunted boat. He throws him a little salute, and moseys on off.]

See ya, Fidds.