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.}

Comments

[arpeggiositar]

[Maybe that's why you're so uptight, you need to loosen up a little, Jiminy!]

Then what do you do for fun? Come on, tell me.

[whistlenotchirp]

[why do people keep asking that]

Sing and dance and whatnot. You know, in the right environment for it.

[arpeggiositar]

...sing and dance? I didn't think you were the type to do that. I had imagined you more of the type to...I dunno, whittle and make pottery.

[The boring type]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Blink.]

I think I'd have a lot of trouble making that work for me.

[arpeggiositar]

Really? You don't have a small cricket-sized house, with cricket-sized stuff?

[whistlenotchirp]

...Nooooooooooooooo, crickets don't exactly live in houses. Or at least build them.

[arpeggiositar]

What?

[Well this is a bit unusual. Demyx had imagined something completely different]

You tell me you don't come from a world where...you know, there's a city of bugs, and bugs live, and...yeah...

[whistlenotchirp]

[Demyx that is the saddest thing he's ever heard.]

We, you know, live under trees or stones or make burrows sometimes. We're crickets, not... tiny humans.

[arpeggiositar]

Huh...

[So your world isn't full of insects living their happy anthropomorphized lives. Alright...]

What else lives in your world?

[whistlenotchirp]

Can't claim I've seen the whole place, just good ol' Italy. Typical city folk. Humans, foxes, fish, cats, talking cats, non-talking cats. About what you'd expect for a port town.

Everybody in your town dress in hot, bulky cloaks on a summer day too? Or is that, uh, a personal flair.

[arpeggiositar]

This? No, no, this is just my uniform. Makes it easy to move from a world to another, that's what the cloak is for.

[More like it lets him travel safely, hah. He sighs]

It's a hassle when I have to go to a desert, that's for sure.

[whistlenotchirp]

Traveler, huh? That'd be a swell gig. Deserts aside.

What's your business? Sailor, merchant, geographer?

[arpeggiositar]

Scout! My specialty is recon, I go into worlds and gather information. It's like a stealth kind of thing!

[He does sound a tad proud of it]

[whistlenotchirp]

...huuuh! So like an explorer kinda thing.

[That sounds super suspicious but who is he to judge about weird jobs. Oh wait, that's 100% his job.]

Didn't know there were any other worlds to explore, frankly. Figured that pretty much ended with the Americas.

[Not that kind of New World, Jiminy.]

[arpeggiositar]

No, I don't mean it like that, how to explain...you know how everyone here comes from a different place?

[whistlenotchirp]

...Sure? I mean, I know we got princesses from far away kingdoms and other kids with new slang and what have you.