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foolishmortals2018-01-28 11:08 am
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2018-01-28 11:08 am
Week 4
[Two more people died this week. Two children. And they died because of a freak accident. Despite all your protests, Randall refused to let Jane get away despite being innocent.
But there is a tiny ray of hope now, which comes in the form of the mirror. Now that the mirror is public information, you can see people you care about, even if they are dead and trapped in hell. Not only that, but you now now that someone is trying to save you all from the predicament that you're in. And this time there's a good chance that he won't turn out to be a heartless mass murderer!
Still, the ideas for the plan are vague and you have no idea when you will actually get out. It's hard to keep up hope when your only chance of living might still end with you horribly killed, isn't it?
At least you have a new floor and the ability to wash your clothes now.
26 guests remain.]
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But there is a tiny ray of hope now, which comes in the form of the mirror. Now that the mirror is public information, you can see people you care about, even if they are dead and trapped in hell. Not only that, but you now now that someone is trying to save you all from the predicament that you're in. And this time there's a good chance that he won't turn out to be a heartless mass murderer!
Still, the ideas for the plan are vague and you have no idea when you will actually get out. It's hard to keep up hope when your only chance of living might still end with you horribly killed, isn't it?
At least you have a new floor and the ability to wash your clothes now.
26 guests remain.]
[Don't forget to fill in this week's activity check!
...There might also be someone new threadjacking some toplevels this week too. If you want to opt out of this, just let us know!\
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And then carefully shifts so he can get up, slides one arm around her back and the other beneath her knees, and lifts her bridal-style into his arms.
He spares a tender look at her when her head lolls against his shoulder, and then glares at Kit again.]
I've got it. Thanks.
[#powermove]
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Oh. Al-- alright.
[cowed, the beta male slinks away,,]
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Stan carries her to her room and gently sets her on the floor. He tries the door and finds it locked. Of course. He crouched down in front of her and considers his options. Whatever kind of mickey that dumb kid slipped her knocked her out cold. If he knew which pocket of her robe she kept her room key in, it wouldn’t be a problem. But feeling her up when she’s out like a light, even if it’s for the innocent purpose of putting her to bed... it doesn’t feel right.
So he bites his lip and carefully pulls two of the pins from her updo, which was starting to look a little worse for wear anyway after how many times she’d fallen to the floor. Picking her lock is easy, and he’s good enough that he knows he can lock it behind him again, too. He slips his new lockpicks into his pocket and picks her up carefully again, nudging her door open with his foot.
He doesn’t disrobe her, but he does take her slippers off, setting them on the floor next to the bed. Then he tugs the covers from underneath her and pulls them over her, instead.]
Just sleeping, right?
[He sits down next to her on the bed, feeling weary but not from the effort of carrying her, reaching up to smooth her hair back. He carefully takes out the pins, letting her greying brown hair spread over the pillow. It’s beautiful, and somehow much longer than he expected it to be. He leaves the intact pins in a pile on her dresser.]
I gotta get back to Mabel. But I’m gonna lock the door so no one can get in, and I’ll be back in the morning.
[He doesn’t know if she can hear him, but that’s what you’re supposed to do with coma patients, right? Talk to them?
He leaves her reluctantly, slipping out and checking to make sure he has the lockpicks made from her hair pins before he checks that the door locked behind him.]