Mock Week

[sinphony]

[ After the day before, with the reveal of the full extent of the rules and how the game works along with their hosts, the only thing everyone could do was have a meeting with alcohol and go to bed. And when awakened, everything is the same. It's still the large mansion, they're still locked inside, and there's still the idea that they have the choice to murder each other hanging over them. But now the mansion is free to explore to their hearts' content, save for the room under the stairs outside the mud room. All anyone can really do is just enjoy their week and hope for the best. ]

Comments

[chiarodiluna]

Are you satisfied that there are no wires, Conan?

[ He has to be sure. ]

[holmesapprentice]

[ WELL just let him feel around first and actually get a chance to tug the wings because y'all know that's gonna happen before he'll nod and be satisfied, sorry to say ]

[chiarodiluna]

Very well, then. Let the show begin!

[ He'll clap just twice and Sherbet will find he can once more fly. ]

[pervet]

[ Jeez why you gotta tug on his wings? He winces a little when Conan does that (it hurts), but otherwise doesn't say anything. Anyway, he thinks it'll be fine, so he takes a small step back, spreads them out, and then pretty effortlessly raises himself up into the air. ]

I told you flying was easy!