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

[strangerslikeme]

[Tarzan drops down behind Fiddleford McGucket, there's about six strips of bacon in his mouth and he's wearing a suit.]

I got suit!

[terribibble]

[HAHA HOLY SHIT,,

Fiddleford very nearly flips an entire pan of potatoes off the dang stove. Nearly. He manages to steady it and also not put his hand on the stove as he whirls around, both very lucky things.

There is a very long moment where he just looks at Tarzan before he remembers he should probably say something.]

You -- you sure did.

[strangerslikeme]

It's my father's.

[crunching bacon in his mouth as he speaks]

[terribibble]

[oh sweet jesus lord have mercy]

Oh. It. You wear it well?

[The silver lining in all this is that Tarzan is wearing pants.]

[strangerslikeme]

Wear it well. Father's suit.

[terribibble]

W-well I mean. It fits.

[Which is actually kind of surprising, that Tarzan is a near-perfect size-twin with his father. It's just that if he's looking for someone to give him the 'it's okay you're a naked jungle man' speech it's not going to be Fiddleford McGucket. He's pro-pants.]