adventurersclub | You aint never had a friend, never had a friend...

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At least the Genie seems pretty darn friendly for a Genie?

Unfortunately he doesn't seem to be able to send you guys home anytime soon. But on the bright side, minus some certain jerks (looking at you, Bill), no one seems blood thirsty enough to resort to murder, not when they could try to escape. And with a helpful (well... helpful as he can be) host, perhaps no one will die!

... Yeah I can't even pretend to joke.

As you wake up the morning following the host appearing himself, there will be a list of club rules next to all the profiles. Which should at least discourage Bill Cipher from murdering everyone the instant he stops being a puppet.

Still, the week seems pretty peaceful, and you can explore the hotel more if you like. or even chat with the Genie if you want to squeeze some information out of him/befriend him! He's not picky!

Enjoy your time while you can, adventurers...]

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{OOC: Welcome to your first weekly log! Since this is a peace week, there will be no murder occurring this week! Feel free to mingle with each other and use the regain mask if you have long enough threads.

Have fun everyone <3}

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[Getting down on the ground so he can prepare to do some more push-ups, Kronk suddenly spots this stray piece of paper by the profiles. Looks to be some info about the big blue guy that brought them here. ...now that he thinks about it, they didn't really get a name for the guy when he was here. "Big Floaty Dick", is it?]

"B.F. Richard to the friends he doesn't have"-? [He gasps slightly.] No friends? That's so sad...

[Kronk puts off the workout routine for now, opting instead to lay on his stomach, legs bent up in the air, reading through the rest of the paper.]

..."smells and I hate him". Really? Didn't pick up much of a fragrance off him over all the must in this place. Not to mention the use of first-person in a formal document is generally frowned upon. Who's the "I" here?

Sounds like an astute and objective observer, Flex.

[Hey look, by pure coincidence puppet-Bill is here too. Even shorter than yesterday, which no one but Genie dared think possible.]

That djinn seems pretty shady if you ask me. Did you see the way he was getting chummy with everyone?

Ah. Hey there, Ponzi. You got any clue who wrote this?

[If its any consolation, everybody's tiny compared to Kronk. ...not that Bill exactly is the most deserving of being consoled. But. You know.]

Yeah, he was pretty nice, but I dunno what's so shady about that? Besides, I wouldn't say he was all that chummy to you.... Unless you like that you’re a puppet now.

Ha. Ha ha! HAHAHAHA! WHY on this pitiful little marble of a planet would I POSSIBLY have a problem with this?! Look at me, I am clearly at LEAST as sexy as whatever handsome devil and-or-dame wrote that note.

Now that's the spirit! Nothing's more attractive than confidence, my friend. High five. [He's got one hand up for you, Bill. Don't leave him hanging.]

Is that a height joke, Flex? Wow, I thought you were better than that.

[He's not mad, he's just disappointed. Except for how he's not either, he's just fucking with Kronk to maintain his imagined seat of power in this relationship.]

[Except after a second he will grudgingly hold up a noodle string arm for a high-five.]

Oh- right. Poor word choice. Sorry, Ponzi.

[Kronk doesn’t dwell too much in that regret, however, since his face lights right back up at Bill’s begrudging gesture. Taking up the invitation, he lays a high five on Bill. ...well, more like he taps Bill’s puppety palm with the tips of his fingers (as he’s pretty sure going for the full hand might take his arm off).]

Hey, it's fine! Just so long as you're constantly second-guessing yourself to keep it from happening again.

[Yeah, that's probably a good idea. He feels pretty durable like this, but also he's a raging egomaniac with delusions of invincibility.]

Besides, I know you'd have my back if I asked, right ol buddy ol pal?

No problem-o, I've got lots of inner conflict to go around, what's another shred of guilt to add to the pile?

[Probably unwise to admit this to Bill of all people. Even less wise to transition into a tiny handshake with the felt freak as he's asking a favor of him.]

Sure, you just say the word and I'll help you out. Scout's Honor.

[This Can Only End Well.]

That means a lot to me Flex, you've got no idea.

[Nothing but good can come of this.]

I don't care what anyone else says about you, you're a real stand-up guy.

[Entirely Nothing But Good Things Here Yep.]

Personally, I could never really get into that scene. Lots of guys getting mad about how their jokes went right over my head. ...but I appreciate it, Ponzi.

Ha! That's hilarious.

[If Bill didn't want muscle, he'd at least be absolutely set on having a- does this count as a straight man? Probably not. Some kind of comedic foil, at least. Yzma's really missing out.]

You're definitely a man of at least one or more talents.

[Kronk doesn't understand what's so funny about what he said, but still laughs a little as courtesy to Bill.]

Yeah, you're right- I could count what I'm good at on one hand, even! That's a good amount, nothing to sneeze at... I feel... the normal amount of pride in that. Which... some might say is too much? But, you know. [He's smiling as he speaks, but it doesn't really meet his eyes.]

Or, some might say it's almost the perfect amount. Wink.

...uh- is the "some" you're talking about supposed to be you? Wink?

That is definitely also something someone could say. WINK.

[His. His googly puppet eye can't actually blink. It's a little unnerving, and definitely the only reason he's saying it out loud.]

You aint never had a friend, never had a friend...

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