WEEK 3

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Karolina and Mulan are dead. The first, and hopefully the last, deaths of your stay here. Hopefully their deaths won't be in vain. Your third week here starts on a solemn note, and the mood here has taken on a significant downward spiral. If it's any consolation (it isn't), you'll find that you have two new floors to explore...even if one of those floors has about twenty STAY OUT signs nailed to it.

23 guests remain.]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{ooc: Don't forget to turn in your week 2 AC! As we're now officially in full murdergame mode, AC from here on out is extended till Thursday.}

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[wannagetsmote]

[Okay, he's got this, he can do this. He creeps the rest of the way into the room, and begins slinking up behind Heihei.]

Gotcha! [He reaches down to snatch the thing up.]

[folkscallmewander]

[Sneaking up on Heihei is incredibly easy, and the chicken doesn't even realize it's being picked up until he feels warmer. Like it's being wrapped in giant fingers and picked up. Heihei twists his head around, blankly staring in Maui's direction.

And then it scREAMS.]

[wannagetsmote]

[Oh fish. It's really hard to hold a beak shut when it's teeny tiny in your massive fingers. Instead, he attempts to shut the bird up by shoving food in its mouth. The panic was clear on Maui's face as he attempted to back out of the room, knocking things around in the process.]

Come on, Heihei, don't be like this. It's your old pal, Maui. You remember me, right?

[folkscallmewander]

[Heihei's screaming continues, thrugh muffed by the nutritious blend of seed and corn in its sound. He kicks his legs uselessly, but other than that he makes no effort to escape.]

[wannagetsmote]

Good boy.

[Passing through the door, Maui used his spare hand to draw it close, then quickly turned around, humming to himself as he aimed for his own room. Please pay no mind to the screaming chicken, everyone.]