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

[sixfingeredstan]

And? That's called efficiency, Fiddleford.

[Look at him just placidly rinsing off his dishes like this is a normal conversation (because it totally is).]

[terribibble]

[It is a normal conversation for them and that's the most ridiculous part of all.]

Fine. You wind up terrified of elephants for the rest of your life, you don't get to complain to me about it.

[sixfingeredstan]

[s q u i n t]

...Elephants? Okay, you have to explain that.

[terribibble]

That's... what I saw. Mainly. Elephants. Non-euclidean elephants.

[sixfingeredstan]

'Non-Euclidean elephants.'

[That's a great band name.]

Fascinating. Simply fascinating. Yes, I'll need to conduct thorough research on this stuff.

[terribibble]

[HhhhHHHHGHHHHH]

Well you don't need to but I reckon you're goin' to.

...Glad you liked your breakfast.

[sixfingeredstan]

You know me, Fiddleford. [He flashes a big ol' grin.] Those are one and the same in my book.

I did. Very much. Thank you, again. I'll have to return the favor one of these mornings. For everyone.

[Let him cook you breakfast please.]