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

[whistlenotchirp]

....Something like that! And, uh...

...lack of fur! Yeah, since other fellas don't have fur, they need something to compensate for it.

[capulion]

Oh wow I can't imagine not having fur...

[She shivers at the thought.]

No warmth, no protection. That sounds like a lot of work though! I'm happy to have my fur.

[whistlenotchirp]

[Oh thank god he doesn't have to strip.]

T-that's right! With outfits keeping us warm, we can give it a bit of flair. Style. And so on.

[capulion]

And this hat is... stylish?

[whistlenotchirp]

Very stylish.

[capulion]

Hmm too bad it isn't your size, then.

[Her eyebrows get an evil little quirk in them and she giggles, picking the hat up by the top crease and dropping it down on top of Jiminy.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Initially he thinks she's gonna try it on and steps forward a bit to help.

Then he catches on.]

Ohhhhhhh, don't you da- [And under he goes.]

[capulion]

Heehee!

[She giggles as the hat drops down around him, muffling him.]

Now that's funny.

[whistlenotchirp]

Hysterical, wise guy.

[He moves to try and lift the hat up and get out. It isn't too heavy, he should be able to get out with some effort.

A looooot of effort.]

[capulion]

Thank you.

[Yep, she's just gonna watch. It isn't malicious or personal: it's just funny]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Thank goodness bc boy howdy would he not do well in a small space long-term.

It takes him a long ass time, but Kiara can probably see a slight rise in the hat as he struggles to push his way through. He's also grumbling indignantly throughout.]

Of all the nerve... a cricket of my stature having to.... oughta give 'em a good wallop, I should.

[capulion]

[She's still giggling as she finally takes pity and hooks her paw under the brim of the hat to flip it off of him.]

What, you didn't want to wear it?

[whistlenotchirp]

I think its a few sizes too big.

[capulion]

[More laughter]

Well it'll never work with that attitude!

[whistlenotchirp]

Since when does attitude affect hat size?!

[capulion]

[Dramatic teenager sigh and eyeroll.]

I meaaaaan that you can't make something work if you have no faith in trying! It was a joke. Don't you know how to kid around?

[whistlenotchirp]

I don't what see so funny about being trapped in a small, dark, enclosed space.

[capulion]

Well nothing's funny if you approach it with that attitude!