Week 5

[grimgrinningghosts]

[...So that was a mess. All of it was a mess, and things don't look to be improving any time soon. With tensions at an all-time high and conditions worsened, it seems pretty safe to say that this whole week promises a great deal of foreboding atmosphere.

But, hey, things aren't entirely bad. Just as Randall promised, you're now able to leave the Manor! 

Just don't stay out there for too long. There's still a lot of you, and you just can't afford to lose numbers.

24 guests remain]

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[OOC: and don't forget to fill out this week's activity check!]

Comments

[hasit]

Good, because I'm getting too old to be handling the court-marshaling myself.

may god strike me down for writing this tag

[athleticallyinclined]

Hmm...

[ He studies Leia. ]

There is something of the withered old hag about you, isn't there?

Best not to overexert yourself.

[hasit]

[The look she fixes Gaston with could, and has, made many a man twice her size cower. Those dark eyes of hers are like twin pieces of black marble as she takes two, three steps closer to him in complete silence.

She's only five feet and some change, so the angle isn't ideal, but that doesn't stop her from hauling back and slugging him right in the face.]

Overexert myself, [she practically spits, turning and stalking toward the stairs.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Gaston has suffered many trials and tribulations in his life, most of them within the past month or so. He's been a victim of the Beast's teeth. Belle's sharp tongue. Lekmet's raw eggs and Negaduck's vinegar. Merciless teasing on the part of everyone from mice to teenage girls.

Somehow, miraculously, he's never been punched in the face before.

He's not expecting it, certainly not from a woman he'd just - helpfully - described as a withered old hag. After all, he only has his own her best interests in mind! If someone of her advanced age pushes herself too far and dies, they'll have to have another tiresome trial, and no one wants that.

But rather than falling to the ground in a swoon, or simply keeling over right then and there, Leia rears back and socks him hard in the jaw. There's a (wonderful) terrible crunch as his teeth knock together, and his head whips to the side, his whole body following its trajectory. He stumbles to his knees in a daze, blinking stupidly for a moment and spitting out blood before calling indignantly after Leia. ]

It was a compliment!

[hasit]

[She doesn't even turn to see the havoc she's wreaked on this poor man; hearing him spit blood is satisfaction enough. She heads up the stairs, and her only response to his justification is simple, yet effective.

She raises her right hand up over her shoulder, and flips him the bird.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Gaston has no idea what that means. ]

You're welcome!

[ He puts his hand up to his jaw and winces in pain. ]

Owwww....

[hasit]

[Hopefully the shame of being caught off-guard by a middle-aged woman will be enough to prevent Gaston from issuing further "compliments", Leia thinks.

She doubts it, but she can hope.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Rebellions may be built on hope, but this one's a long shot.

Excuse him while he slinks off to find some ice. ]

[hasit]

[Don't worry, bud, she's not wasting too much of her precious hope on you.

Enjoy that ice pack!]