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

[aboyandhiscar]

Even on victory can make up for a dozen bad ends, dude. It's no wonder you're on top of things here, bet you've pretty much seen it all by now.

[sixfingeredstan]

That is very true. I've lived a long life of adventure, but this? This is definitely the most...twisted thing I've encountered.

[At least Bill was just straight up insane and maniacal. But a murder mansion...there's just something sinister about it.]

[aboyandhiscar]

Yeah? Is it the ghosts or the expectation to just hurt a bunch of random strangers that amps it up to twisted for you?

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford gives Mike a very wry smile.] Ghosts, I've dealt with. It's most assuredly the latter.

[aboyandhiscar]

And here I thought you'd say it was both! Should have known. [Ghosts and magic, all still BS to him, and he's hoping that never exists back home, dang.]

The latter's bad, yeah, but...in a way, I'm not surprised. I mean it's screwed up, for sure, but folks with power always get a kick out of setting folks on one another.

[sixfingeredstan]

That does tend to be the way the world turns, no matter what world it happens to be.

[Ford has seen it in countless dimensions. It's unfortunate.]

[aboyandhiscar]

Good to know evil and big bads are universal across dimensions.

Now I'm curious--what's the biggest jam you've been in before coming here?

[sixfingeredstan]

Ah—

[Ford hesitates. Maybe if he just avoids specifics...]

The worst would have to be the time I may or may not have accidentally allowed an interdimensional being to create a rift in reality and invade my town with monsters and nightmares and turn the entire town into stone.

[See it's fine.]

But, ah, we fixed that. It's fine now.

[aboyandhiscar]

[jeezus.

That gets a LOOK for a moment.

but like ford said its fine now!!! right??? yes.]

Uh. Wow. That's highly specific and exceeds my expectations soooo. Cool?

Guess you're one heckuva hero, Pops.

[sixfingeredstan]

[He's gotten plenty of Looks in his day. He's not fazed by it.

He gives a gargantuan shrug.]

I don't think fixing your own mistakes makes you a hero...but thank you.

[aboyandhiscar]

Well, maybe not in the normal sense. But you're a guy that's been everywhere, probably twice, yeah? You could've just abandoned ship and moved on.

Says a lot that you were willing to fix your screw up. And I think that's pretty dang rad.

[sixfingeredstan]

I...suppose you have a point.

[Ford polishes off his third sandwich and stifles a belch.]

Thank you, Mike. That's very nice of you to say. Hopefully I can also fix any, ah...potential screw ups around here.

[aboyandhiscar]

Hey, just telling it like it is. But let's hope the screw ups are minimal--for all of us!

In the meantime, I think I better go hand these out. Mostly because I'm out of bread. [it's not waste if food magically regenerates!!]

[sixfingeredstan]

For all our sakes, yes.

[Ford chuckles and fires off a two-fingered salute.]

Fighting the good fight. I'm sure everyone will appreciate it.