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

[kindaruledatit]

...Well, you know what rhymes with P? C! As in, "check" this out!

[And just because she likes to show off sometimes, Wendy strikes the next ball with the pool cue behind her back. It's actually not a bad shot for someone that doesn't play much.]

Like, seriously. How badly could a game like this hurt someone?

1/2

[whistlenotchirp]

Ohhhh it seems innocent enough! But that's how they get ya!

First your face gets all long and then you grow a horrible tail and the big ears and that sickening honking and then comes the hair and before you know it, you're a-

[whistlenotchirp]

[He blinks in minor realization before squinting at Wendy. She's knocked over a couple balls now, and yet....]

You aren't a jackass?

[kindaruledatit]

...Aha. [A small laugh, short, kind of confused, like her expression.] Yeah? Uh, thanks for noticing I guess. That's kind of a nice compliment coming from you.

[She always had the feeling he'd try to get her down, but at least he didn't think she was an ass?]

[whistlenotchirp]

No, not that! Well, yes that, but... You aren't... But I saw it...

[He's struggling to form the words and it kind of feels useless to try.

Hmph.] Maybe it hasn't worked its corrupting magic on you yet.

[kindaruledatit]

[...]

Okay? Let's see if the only thing corrupting me is my mad game skills as I totally sink this eight ball.

[Clack! There it goes, bouncing off the wall and into one of the free holes. Wendy pumps her fist in the air.]

Alright! Woo, lucky flannel coming through!

[whistlenotchirp]

[...Yeah okay, no turning into a donkey! Huh!]

...Your "skills" seem more happy than upset.

[kindaruledatit]

....Yeah, uh. No, dude. That's another saying. It means you're really good.

[She's still kind of an ass though, huh?]

[whistlenotchirp]

I don't know about that...

[He taps the table experimentally, expecting a bright flash or something.] But it doesn't seem like its working its voodoo on you... Unless you need to be smoking and drinking too.

Don't smoke and drink.