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

[carbonairhead]

Oh... You know a lot about that kind of thing?

[ She pretty clearly just wants to have a conversation to just...talk, fill the silence.

Oh, Fizzy can get the chocolate! She stands on her hind hooves and pulls some cocoa from a cabinet. ]

[manecharacter]

Sure. I'm a famous actor, my body is my livelyhood. My body and my ruggish good looks and charm.

[Don't question him, please.

He watches her, mildly disturbed by the sight of her on her hooves but he shakes it off.]

Alright so I just.. [He trails off, looking for a saucepan or something he can heat milk with.]

[carbonairhead]

Ohhhhh... [ Well, she'll just go with it. ] So, does that mean where you're from...everyone knows who you are? Wow.

[manecharacter]

Pretty much. Anyone with a TV or an internet connection, anyway. Unless you live under a rock and who really cares about hermit crabs anyway, right?

[He's found a plastic container and he's looking sceptical, but he's holding it over the stove like he plans to heat the milk in it.]

[carbonairhead]

I'm sure there are some nice ones, but the last hermit crab I met was a big jerk.

[ So, she agrees. Time to find the marshmallows. ]

[manecharacter]

Nah. They're almost definitely certified b-holes.

[Bojack pours the milk into the bowl and considers it for a moment before he changes his mind and puts it in the microwave.]

How long does this take? Ten, twenty minutes?

[carbonairhead]

...Probably twenty? That'd get it more melty, right?

[ This is probably going to end poorly. ]