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

please let ford teach maui how to read............

[sixfingeredstan]

Yes, I'd wager a couple hundred years or so, but that's by no means certain.

[His expression gains a touch of sympathy.]

Not at all! It's never too late to learn.

please......

[wannagetsmote]

Things really changed in that time. Hard to imagine.

[While Ford looked sympathetic, Maui looked... almost downtrodden. His conversations with Wendy, heck, with anyone had revealed that almost no one thought about the gods anymore, or at least not the gods he knew. Considering his own situation... it made him just a bit uncomfortable.]

So if... someone unfathomably old but still stunningly attractive wanted to learn? Where would they start?

[sixfingeredstan]

They're changing all the time.

[Ford gives Maui a sly look.]

Well, I already know how to read. But if you wanted to learn...well, we've got plenty of time around here. I could help you out.

[wannagetsmote]

After thousands of years staying the same? A bit hard to take in.

[Not that he doubted Ford. It was hard not to, at this point.]

Psshh... A demi-god? Learning from a human. That'd be... That'd be... [He paused.] You wouldn't judge me?

[sixfingeredstan]

I suppose it would be. It's hard to take in change after even thirty years.

[Trust him, he'd know.]

Not at all. I wouldn't judge someone making a genuine effort to learn.

[wannagetsmote]

See, you understand.

[It's... weird. He's getting along with people. Getting to know them. He must be getting sick. Future-sick.]

Okay. Then... where should I start? If I actually wanted to learn, I mean.

[sixfingeredstan]

Of course I do.

[Tongue between his teeth, Ford turns his notebook horizontally and writes out the alphabet in big, clear block letters. He holds it up to show Maui.]

With this. The alphabet. These twenty-six letters make up the English language, with a few exceptions, of course.

Do you know any of these, or what sounds they make?

[wannagetsmote]

Of course I do. [Maui jabbed a thick finger forward, pointing out M-A-U-I in that order. After a minute or two, he pointed out a few more.]

These ones look like the one in the foyer. They're names, right?

[sixfingeredstan]

Excellent. Or, well, they make up names. So your name, Maui, is made up of four letters. [He points to each one as he says it aloud.] M, A, U, I. They are also a part of countless other words, but in this particular combination, they mean...you!

[He points out the letters to his own name, saying them aloud in turn.] Just like F-O-R-D spells my name. Ford.