Week 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[. . . Well last week sure was a bloodbath. A bloody, accidental bloodbath. Even with two groups trying to save you, it might start to feel doubtful that you'll ever get out of here alive. Not to mention that Randy almost killed you all on an angry whim and you're still stuck in this madhouse with him of all people.

But hey, there's a silver lining to every cloud! You get a new floor that's not a nightmarish deathscape! Aren't you glad?

18 people remain]

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[nachosquire]

[WELL TOO BAD FREDDIE]

Do I look like someone who would joke around about this?

{he has a sword he's Very Serious]

Like, Freddie, you've known me for a few weeks have I ever joked about something like this?

[faciliheir]

I've kinda assumed you're always joking? Otherwise half the stuff you say just sounds really cheesy.

[SO. yeah.]

[nachosquire]

Well then I guess I'm just a plate of nachoes, Freddie. 'Cause I'm as cheesy as they come.

[so hes taking kims death well]

[faciliheir]

[y i k e s]

Just before you start planning out the family barbecue... We're all, y'know... friends, right? Isn't that fine? [like please take pity she can barely admit that shit this is progress.]

[nachosquire]

[That gets a frustrated sigh out of Marco, and he moves to hop off his chair to take an actual seat instead, setting Saba down on the table.]

Only if we're all best friends, because we're gonna need a stronger bond than just "friends" to make it out of here alive at this point.

[faciliheir]

[god is this even important-- yes, actually, this somehow feels important to her. like it's all that's keeping the wall standing.]

Look, I didn't have anything besides strategic partnerships [read: CJ bossing her around] 'til, like, a few weeks before I got here? And BFFs aren't covered 'til Goodness 101. Plain ol' friend is the best I can do at this juncture.

[nachosquire]

So you can't do best friends, and you can't do sister but you can be in love with someone?

[sounds fake]

[faciliheir]

[. . .

well you know now is like a super great time to just start fiddling around with her bracelets and staring at the ground that's definitely more important than everything else right now.]

[nachosquire]

[Marco just reaches out to her, giving her shoulder a gentle pat.]

Welcome to the family.

[faciliheir]

Fine. You win! [because that sounds. so much better. than admitting she's not totally sure she can do that either--] You know this means you're technically related to my dad now too, right? It's kind of a package deal.

[nachosquire]

What's a disembodied head gonna do? Curse me?

[Marco takes his hand back with an excited looking grin, proud of himself for breaking Freddie the heck down.]

I welcome all the crappy dads to our weird blood-ritual family.

[faciliheir]

He's... really not. Crappy, I mean. When he had to be a dad.

[just. clinking of her bracelets as she continues to fidget.]

I know you all got a bad impression, with the whole "evil blood ritual to steal our souls" thing-- and I'm not defending that or excusing it, 'cause it's pretty much his M.O., it's what he does-- but you can be a bad guy and not be too bad of a dad. He's no Buck Cluck or anything.

[nachosquire]

Well I mean, you're his daughter so I can't really argue with you there.

[He kinda gets it, in a way. His dad is embarrassing as fuck and sometimes isn't.. the best at keeping an eye on Marco when he should and he can be a little oblivious but he wouldn't call him a bad dad, either.]

I mean the evil ritual definitely doesn't help his case but honestly I doubt he can do anything in the state that he is, anyway.

So... sorry, for calling him crappy.

[faciliheir]

Eh, people have said worse. Don't sweat it.

Can't do too much without vocal cords! [cheerfully] He's just gonna chill in my sock drawer 'til the day we beat down on Randy, I guess.

[nachosquire]

...in your sock drawer?

[freddie you can't just sAY THAT SO CASUALLY]

[faciliheir]

I mean, it's open. It's not like I just locked him in there or anything.

... Did Basil not tell everybody that he stole my dad's head back from Randy, like, two weeks ago? [SHOVES ALL BLAME ONTO BASIL LIKE REAL FRIENDS DO]

[not_over_yet]

I wasn't certain if we were hiding him or not. I take it we're not, then.

...Was I supposed to tell people or did you simply assume I would for... some reason or other?

[faciliheir]

[SHRUGS?] I figured it'd come up while you were planning some scheme or something, honestly. Since you do that all the time.

Keeping it a secret kinda adds a whole new level of weirdness to a situation that's already unbearably weird.

[nachosquire]

Do you at least take him our for walks?

[it's already weird so lets make it weirder]

[faciliheir]

[. . .]

Okay, so I made a papoose out of a pillowcase, but I'm pretty sure he's dead against the idea of it. I thought about bringing him to a trial or something. [so he can watch the execution and cheer up a little.]

[nachosquire]

I mean you might as well, it's not like anyone would be mad that you have your own dad's sentient-yet-disembodied head.

[...]

...if we have any more trials, I mean. Gotta stay positive.

[faciliheir]

I'll meet you halfway on the positivity scale. "We won't have another trial where we lose half a dozen people in one go!"

[that's. very much not halfway.]

[nachosquire]

You know what? I'll take it.

[Since it's coming from miss "everyone's gonna die probably".]