WEEK 2

[grimgrinningghosts]

[A week has gone buy, and nothing really horrifying has happened. Sure it's a crappy amusement park but no one's dead yet! While you're scenario is not great to be in, but you have people to bond with, "fresh air", food, and free Moron Mountain merch! So maybe you have fallen into a sense of security, content to hang out in this terrible theme park until Swackhammer decides to let you go because everyone is too boring for his park.

This won't last, however.]

26 guests remain

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{OOC: Hello everyone! This is the first murder week of nondis. This Friday (around noon est), we will have our first investigation and, of course, the first body of the round. While you wait, please respond to our first AC, due this Wednesday!

Have fun, you silly toons.}

Comments

[candymancan]

There there, Daniel. [Pats his shoulder while glaring daggers at Otis.]

[udderly]

Oh my god, are you using a baby's death to try and get laid?

[That's clearly the important thing here.]

1/2

[dothebackslide]

[He turns in utter disgust to retort at Otis]

[dothebackslide]

Don't knock it till you try it.

[udderly]

No wonder you wanted to throw Boss Baby a funeral! You're just trying to get down and dirty with the Candy Man!

[i hate every sentence you two are making me type]

[candymancan]

How dare you sully our good names like this! After what you did...

[dothebackslide]

[A dramatic hop into Wonka's arms.]

Send him away, darling! I can't bare to look at him!

[udderly]

What I did? I tried to save the baby! [Admittedly it was, uh. Maybe not the best solution?] The ugly racoon kicked him! Why aren't you slandering him??

[candymancan]

How dare you bring Wabuu into this. Wabuu, who raised you from a calf, while you lived on one of his thirty seven couches.

[dumbshits]

...shit, that’s noooootttt a bad idea.

[bottle of vodka in hand, just fuckin yells into the ether:]

Who’s tryin’ to do the dirty?!

[udderly]

You're all insane! [All of you. How dare you. A baby died.] Totally insane, even by human standards.

[dumbshits]

So that’s a noooooooo from you?

[udderly]

Are you serious right now? Aren't there laws about humans breeding with animals?

[dumbshits]

Yeah. They were abolished back in like - the ‘50s. We’re living in a brave new world, grampa.

[udderly]

What? I - animals and humans aren't even supposed to talk to each other! You're not supposed to know about bingo night!

[dumbshits]

...that’s pa-retttttyyyy species-ist, brah. Is segregation part of like, your weird nudist animal society.

[udderly]

No? It's because every time people find out we can talk, they try to sell us to the circus and the circus doesn't pay you.

[dumbshits]

...no, that’s - that’s wrong. Do you guys just not communicate with the rest of society oooooorrrrr?

[udderly]

No, just humans. Bigfoot is chill, and so are the aliens.

[dumbshits]

Bigfoot’s a hack. Him and D.B. Cooper mighta been the power couple of the century like, five months ago, but he’s sooooo five months ago.

[udderly]

. . . You just said a lot of words that I understand individually? But in that order, they don't make any sense.

[????? Power couple??? Bigfoot???? Bigfoot's not dating anybody???]

cw: dead babies

[dumbshits]

We’re at a dead baby funeral. Sense is so five months ago, which is coincidentally probably around the age of the dead baby.

[udderly]

[Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.]

You make a good point. [He gives the fuck up!] At this point maybe I should just take you up on your offer, because that makes about as much sense as anything else that's happened recently.

[dumbshits]

...well, shit. Aight. Lesgo.

[udderly]

Wait. Hold up. [i hate this.] Serious question: you know I'm a cow, right? Because at least two people have been confused about this and if we're gonna do the horizontal mambo, I feel like this needs to be totally clear.

[i'm being punished for my sins aren't i.]