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

[kindaruledatit]

[She watches the chicken for a moment.]

A chicken. [and then she looks at Ford.] Dude, are you gonna, like, eat it or something?

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford pulls a face.] Blech. Do you know how stringy and dry this thing would be? Not remotely worth the effort of slaughtering it.

[kindaruledatit]

Aw, c'mon dude. Hey, you can do a lot with even a thin chicken, and still make it taste pretty good. Trust me.

[Who's the one with the hunting training in this horror mansion? Probably not the neeerrrrd.]

[sixfingeredstan]

I'd really rather not. There's plenty of food in the kitchen. I think I'm just going to give it away. Let someone else deal with it.

[It's annoying as hell. Look at it. He can't be bothered with it.]