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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[athleticallyinclined]

[ That doesn't sound promising. He frowns, but doesn't move to dump the cheese in the trash just yet. ]

The chef is dead.

[ MOOOOM THERE'S NOTHING ELSE TO EAT and yeah he's definitely whining just a bit. ]

[hasit]

[why are all her kids either dead or terrible]

Have you never learned how to cook for yourself? You're a grown man.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Just lucky I guess?? ]

Exactly!

[ He looks faintly horrified. Cook for himself? ]

I'm a grown man. Someone should be cooking for me!

[hasit]

...

[She honestly doesn't know what she was expecting, at this point.]

Where I come from, a grown man is capable enough to take care of himself. Perhaps you should follow suit.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He scoffs, rolling his eyes. ]

It's not about being capable.

It's about what I deserve!

[hasit]

Full offense, Gaston, but you've done a piss-poor job of convincing anyone that you deserve much of anything.

[athleticallyinclined]

Why wouldn't I deserve it?

[ He frowns. ]

I mean, look at me!

[hasit]

I...that's not an explanation.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ What.

He stares at her for a long moment before shaking his head with a self-deprecating laugh. ]

You're right, of course, of course. One moment.

[ And he takes in a breath, tossing his shoulders back and puffing out his chest. One hand goes to his hip, the other goes up as he flexes a bicep, and he lifts his chin nobly.

After a moment, he shifts his eyes to look at Leia without moving his head, and raises an eyebrow expectantly. Eh? Eh?? ]

[hasit]

[Leia just. Stares at him. Not in an impressed kind of way? More like a "what the fuck is happening before mine own eyes" kind of way.]

I'm sorry, was that supposed to explain it?

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Undeterred, he gives her a winning smile. ]

Doesn't a man like this deserve a nice homecooked meal?

[ He considers her thoughtfully. ]

Perhaps from a woman with a lifetime of experience?

[hasit]

[Holy fuck where did this guy crawl out from and how does she get him to go back in???]

Hmm. Yes.

[Arches an eyebrow:]

I'm sure your mother would love to.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Impressing her obviously isn't working. Time to try pouting.

He sticks his lower lip out and frowns. ]

But she's not heeeeeeeere!

[hasit]

[She gives him a flat look, and then turns away.]

That's not my problem.

[athleticallyinclined]

...Of course it is!

[ She's The Mom and he's starving, what is there to understand? ]

What are you here for, if not to make yourself useful?

[hasit]

I'm making myself useful finding a way out of here.

[She's already walking away, but you can hear the eyeroll in her voice.]

Enjoy your starvation, Gaston.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He looks after her in shock. How can she be so callous and unfeeling?

As she heads for the door he calls out after her. ]

Soos said we should all try to be nice!

[ He'd be so disappointed in you right now, Leia. ]

[hasit]

[If she wasn't so pissed, she'd be laughing. Gaston's notions of 'nice' are laughable, at the very least. As it is, she's too indignant at the notion of Gaston expecting her to cook for him to laugh.

That poor Belle. She can only imagine what a hard time she must have had.