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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[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy didn't know what to expect when she saw Sylvia looking so... down. As she gets close, it's not much better.]

Oh hey, you got something from the machine?

[She could hear the frustration, and catching a glimpse of what she was holding...]

Hey... You alright?

[thetimebomb]

[This is what she gets for having feelings. She makes sure the photo isn't facing Wendy as she speaks.]

I'll be fine. I just had a moment. I'm sure I'll be okay.

[kindaruledatit]

[Ugh, feelings. Who needs them? Wendy needs them, that's who.]

So, what is it?

[she kind of tries to look at what Sylvia's got, curiosity raised.]

If it's another hand, you can just like, tell me you know.

[thetimebomb]

[She noticeably tenses up at that question and holds the photo tighter.]

Just an old photo of mine, I almost forgot about this thing.

[No she didn't.]

[kindaruledatit]

No way, a photo of yours was in there? [But now that just makes her even more curious! At least for now, she's keeping her distance from it.]

...Oh. [But then it hits her.] Geeze, guess that's worse then the hand, huh?

[thetimebomb]

I guess. [Looks at the photo.]

It just makes me wonder just how much they know about us now.

[She frowns. It's also hitting her like a rock how desperately she misses home, but she can't tell Wendy that.]

[kindaruledatit]

Well, when you think about it, even those creepy profiles out in the foyer have some weird information on them. It's not too crazy to think that they might know even more about us. Like, stuff that wasn't supposed to get out.

[She frowns, gesturing with a wave of her arm to the axe on her pants.] They had my axe in that machine for cripes sake.