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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Comments

[holdthetrumpet]

[Yeah we'll go with that]

It happened incredibly fast. I tried to catch you, but...

[But his reflexes got fucked up by the sheer shock of 'grandma might be dead'.]

[hasit]

[Leia lets out a bark of laughter.

Also fuck you Kit she doesn't have any grandkids.]

Understandable. I suppose we're both just lucky I didn't hit it any harder.

[holdthetrumpet]

Incredibly lucky.

[Because then she'd really be dead, and so would he. He rubs the bruising on his jaw from where Stan and then later Molly hit him. It's being slow to heal, on account of they hit him hard.]

I think we're about even anyway. In terms of being hit.

[hasit]

[She cranes her head around to check out that bruising, and—

Yikes.]

I'm sorry for that. For Stan. And...Molly. For the record, I don't condone it.

[Even if she'd absolutely been inclined to give Kit a good whap across the backs of his knees with her walking stick when she'd woken up.]

[holdthetrumpet]

No, no, it's fine. I understand why Mr. Pines reacted the way he did. I would have been the same if it was Cinderella.

[Which he isn't going to think about because Cinderella isn't here and she is fine and it's FINE]

And Molly's a kid, she just... she hits hard.

[like REALLY hard]

[hasit]

Your wife, right?

[Her...cheeks feel kind of warm, being compared to someone's wife, when she and Stan are...whatever they are.

Leia chuckles.]

She might be a kid, but she's not a human kid.

[holdthetrumpet]

[Yeah, well, you two haven't been subtle.]

Right. That's not really a thing where I'm from so I... forget, sometimes. There's a lot to keep up with here.

[And he feels like even now he barely has a handle on it.]

[hasit]

Understandable. I forget sometimes that not everyone comes from a galaxy as diverse as mine. Or...knows about anything beyond their own home planet.

[holdthetrumpet]

It would almost feel like a great opportunity without all the, uh. All the rest of it.

[hasit]

All the murder and kidnapping and stress? Yes, I think so, too.

[Sorry, Kit. She's just. Like this.]

[holdthetrumpet]

[Well she also has been doing this for a lot longer and dealt with it in a lot closer quarters than he ever did. Disney Fairytale land doesn't really prepare you for a murder house the way a War In The Stars does.]

Yes. All... that.

What's it like up there?

[Out in space, he means. Which is not a place he ever imagined people could go.]

[hasit]

Up—?

[Oh. Leia chuckles.]

Truth be told, it never gets old. It's vast, and infinite, and sometimes a little scary, but mostly? It's peaceful. Looking out the window and seeing all those stars...I miss it an awful lot.

[holdthetrumpet]

[Hey, that's an explanation he can actually parse! It sounds kind of the same as it is to look up at them, except... it's all around you. That's nice.

Kit just kind of... swings himself into a chair. He's been standing awkwardly up to now but he feels just comfortable enough to sit.]

Have you seen a star up close?

[hasit]

[Leia's expression does something funny; it's almost a grimace, but then she catches it, wrinkles her nose. Gives Kit an almost exasperated look, not with him, but with...life. Herself.]

Not a real one, no. You can't get too close to them, they're awfully hot.

[holdthetrumpet]

[NOT THAT KIND OF STAR, MOM]

Hot. Really.

I have to get through the library faster, I'm sure there are books on how that works.