Week 1

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well that was a busy day, huh? But despite all that, a good majority of you are reasonable people, and are smart enough to find an escape without resorting to deadly violence. Maybe if you put your heads together, you'll find a way to get out of here! After all, the host is practically in shambles already, what can he do?

The whole first floor of the manor is open for your leasure now, with the only change being that there's now a set of rules in the foyer hanging on the wall.

Let the games begin.]

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Comments

[used_realtears]

Yeah! [He hasn't retained all the bios, unfortunately. Although he does remember a bit of hers now.] I'm, um, sorry to read that about your son.

[hasit]

[Her lips press into a thin line, and she looks troubled. She'd really rather that wasn't public knowledge, of course, but...]

That's alright. What happened to my son...that was as much my fault as anyone's, I suppose.

[used_realtears]

Huh? Why? [From what Noby knows, moms won't admit to doing wrong so simply.]

[hasit]

I...

[She sighs, shakes her head.]

I don't think it's something I want to go into, really. It's painful to talk about.

[used_realtears]

Oh...yeah. [That makes sense, he supposes.] Maybe...he'll come home eventually? [He must miss his mom somewhat, right? Right?]

[hasit]

[Leia's shoulders drop, and so does her gaze.]

You know, I hoped so. For a very long time. But...now I don't think that'll ever be the case. My boy...he's gone.

[used_realtears]

[He stares for a bit, then reaches forward to pat her on the hand.] I'm...real sorry to hear that...

[hasit]

[Well...that's sweet. She gives him a smile, small but genuine.]

Thank you, Noby. It's alright.