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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Comments

[angelgoatdemon]

Do you want to keep suffering with your headache?

[Just gives him a deadpan look with thinly veiled concern.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ No he doesn't.

He glares, but takes the pill, watching Lekmet watch the cat as he sets down his glass. ]

He'll be a great hunter someday.

[ Currently he is batting at the laces on Gaston's boot. ]

[angelgoatdemon]

[About Lemew, he can't help but agree. Cats are natural hunters!]

He sure will. Where did he come from?

[athleticallyinclined]

Apparently he belonged to the little wooden boy.

[ Don't try and figure out if Gaston remembers his name, you'll just be disappointed. ]

[angelgoatdemon]

Oh, the kid...Need to hand it to you, he's well looked after.

[While he's writing, theres an aimless doodle on the page of what looks like a familiar pair of scissors. It's a scrapped flyer looking for a lost item. Dimensional scissors.

Lekmet moves away from the paper so it's in full view, reaching over to pet Lemew.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Gaston has no sense of privacy or boundaries, which is why he leans over to see what else is drawn on the page where Lekmet's writing. He pauses when he sees the flyer, and frowns.

Huh. Those look familiar. ]

You're...looking for those?