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]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

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Comments

[holdthetrumpet]

[Hello, other Prince from France! Kit looks up from the book, saved just a few more minutes from having to experience Kerouac.]

I'm not sure about this one yet. The last one I read was kind of strange, too. I've been going in order sort of picking and choosing every couple of books. I liked, uh, what was it... The Phantom Tollbooth?

[He spent most of Monday reading that one.]

That's at the end of the Js. If you want to look.

[downtonabbeast]

Hm, I may have to look into it soon. What's that you've got now? [Behind Beast his ever present porg waddles along at his heels, chirping curiously up at Beast then looking in Kit's direction.] Go on, I'm not going to stop you from saying hello.

[Monsieur hops closer to Kit, chirping up at him in greeting.]

[holdthetrumpet]

It's something from the beginning of the Ks. On the Road? It looked like it might be interest-- ah.

[Okay, so. Kit has seen the porg around but he's never got a real good up close look and what the fuck it's so cute. He's never seen a penguin or a puffin before but it doesn't matter, because this is better than either.]

Hey there, little, uh, guy.

[downtonabbeast]

His name is Monsieur Les Gros Yeux. [He smiles a little when he says the porg's name, his eyes scanning the shelves for something short and sweet to dig into tonight.] I believe Leia said he's something from her world called a "porg".

[Monsieur chirps at his name and hops up onto Kit's shoe. Yes, hello, he is adorable and do you have snacks???]

[holdthetrumpet]

[He sure doesn't but holy shit he wishes he did. He does just put the book aside in favor of leaning down and picking up the porg. Come up into his lap, friend.]

He sure does have big eyes. The biggest ones I've ever seen, I think. He's great.

[This is like the most pure and nice thing that's happened to him since he got here? Let Kit have one nice thing.]

[downtonabbeast]

[Monsieur is monsipure and pleased as punch to be a lap porg.]

He's a dear little thing and surprisingly good company. Not much of a conversationalist though I'm afraid.

[Ah, this looks promising- Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. He pulls it down from the shelf and takes a seat in one of the other library chairs near Kit.]

[holdthetrumpet]

[Ooh, living on the edge and skipping all the way to S. Aren't we taking risks?]

That's alright. Sometimes good company is enough.

Especially in a place like this.