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

[whistlenotchirp]

[He leaps like ten feet in the air in shock before diving towards the nearest object..]

Who- what- Tarzan, watch out! [He's courageously looking for the sudden attacker while hiding behind a drum]

[strangerslikeme]

...Watch out! Where?!

[Tarzan practically leaps on to the ceiling, looking around cautiously.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[There doesn't seem to be anyone firing a gun in here, but its better safe than sorry.]

C-Come out, you scum! I've got a strong jungle man here and I'm not afraid to use him!

[strangerslikeme]

Jiminy Cricket, Pervert, is not afraid to use him!

[he's trying his hardest]

[whistlenotchirp]

That's right!

Wait.

Disregard that!

[...He really feels like he would've been shot by now. He ventures forward enough to peek around the instruments.

Yeah okay, nothing, what the hell]

[strangerslikeme]

Disregard that!

[Tarzan peers down, curiously, at Jiminy.]

[whistlenotchirp]

...Huh.

[He kind of just rests his hands on his hips.]

I think you can come down, big fella. That gun-wielding panic went for the hills.

[strangerslikeme]

Went for the hills, the hills.

[He climbs down.]

He was scared of Jiminy Cricket.

[whistlenotchirp]

[Man Tarzan, you really do alternate between feeding his ego and humbling him.

Needless to say, he's doing that smug jacket straightening thing again.]

Well, I can't take all the credit. You're a fearsome fellow yourself, eh?

[strangerslikeme]

I'm a Lord High Keeper of the Knowledge of Right and Wrong, Counselor in Moments of High Temptation, Guide Along the Straight and Narrow Path, and great conversationalist.

[whistlenotchirp]

...Let's not get crazy.

[He hops back to the top of the violin.] You got any titles of your own, pal? You certainly seems to have some kind of... interesting story.

[strangerslikeme]

Tarzan. Title?

Not sure.

[whistlenotchirp]

Hmmmm... Alright, try this one on for size.

Tarzan: Stopper of Guns! [He's trying]

[strangerslikeme]

Tarzan: Lord High Keeper of the Knowledge of Right and Wrong, Counselor in Moments of High Temptation, Guide Along the Straight and Narrow Path, and great conversationalist?

[whistlenotchirp]

No, that's mine. We can't have the same title.

[strangerslikeme]

Jiminy shares with Tarzan.

[whistlenotchirp]

No, it was a gift from the Blue Fairy! You can't have it!

[Literal manchild Jiminy Cricket.]

[strangerslikeme]

Sharing is virtue?

[whistlenotchirp]

[....That's hard to argue.]

Well. Its still exclusive. Only for those who fight for good and so on.

[strangerslikeme]

Tarzan fights for good.

[whistlenotchirp]

Do you now.

[strangerslikeme]

Yes!

[whistlenotchirp]

I don't know what I was expecting from the overly literal caveman- Alright. You promise to help people from going down the-

[No he'll just stop people from getting lost.]

You promise to help people make good decisions?

[strangerslikeme]

Tarzan promises.

[whistlenotchirp]

Terrific. Then you're Lord High Keeper of the Knowledge of Right and Wrong, Counselor in Moments of High Temptation, Guide Along the Straight and Narrow Path, and great conversationalist.

[OVER HIS DEAD BODY]