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foolishmortals2018-02-18 10:56 am
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2018-02-18 10:56 am
Week 7
[Well this is all starting to feel incredibly routine. After being trapped here for a month and a half with no sign of rescue, maybe you have just resigned to the idea that you'll never leave this place and that people will keep dying until none of you're are left.
Truthfully, I can't even pretend to make an optimistic about any of this. it's a dark and horrid world you all live in.
There are no new floors today. It seems you finally have access to the whole mansion.
15 people remain]
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Truthfully, I can't even pretend to make an optimistic about any of this. it's a dark and horrid world you all live in.
There are no new floors today. It seems you finally have access to the whole mansion.
15 people remain]
[Don't forget to fill out this week's Activity Check!]
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Sure, dude. What do you need me to do?
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[He places forth two glasses filled with just a few drops of red wine in each. They're pretty much indistinguishable from each other. However, the one one Soos' right is slightly more aged.]
In your opinion, which one is fancier?
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[Soos looks at the two glasses for a second, before taking a sip of the one on the left and...pulling a bit of a face. He's never actually tried alcohol before, and it tastes...pretty weird.
He shrugs it off and takes a sip of the other glass, finding it to taste almost exactly the same, if maybe tasting a little better? He'll recommend that one.]
I think the one on the right? Not really an expert with wine tasting stuff, though, so you might want a second opinion.
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Hmmmm. I don't know too much, either--y'know, this stuff was illegal when I was back home. Somethin' about...pro...proha-bit...prohibiting something. My friend, Naveen, would always somehow get his hands on the fanciest stuff. Dunno how.
You don't look like the type to drink much, though.
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Oh, yeah, that was the...prohibition era, I think? Basically the American government blamed alcohol for some of their problems and banned it, but people just ignored it and made and drank it in secret until the ban ended because of how ineffective it was.
And...yeah, I've never actually had a drink before. Never really thought I would ever want one, but...after everything that's happened here, including what happened yesterday...I'm starting to think I might need it.
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Yeah, yeah, that's it! That's the word I was lookin' for. Wait, does that mean my friend was breakin' the law?
[If Louis were slightly more responsible, he'd tell Soos not to drink his troubles away. Too bad most of the responsible adult figures are dead!]
Er, that's understandable. I'd recommend startin' off with something lighter, like beer or whatever. But beer sucks and tastes awful, so you might wanna go after somethin' a little better tastin'. Like a fruity liqueur.
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[Like, what's one guy with alcohol in a sea of people with kegs full of the stuff.]
You think so? Well, if you think it's a good one to start off with, I won't question it.
...do you know where something like that could be in here? I don't really know my way around here super well.
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[He ducks behind the bar. Bottles can be heard clinking together as he searches the cupboards. After a few minutes, he pokes his snout over the counter and places a few rather tasty-looking bottles on the counter.]
D'you want lemon cream or blueberry?
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[What's the point of alcohol that doesn't even taste good to him? That's like sugar free candy for kids that actually want the sugar.]
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[He takes a glass and fills it halfway--after all, Soos doesn't need to be getting too drunk right now. The liquid is light purple in color. He pushes it towards Soos before pouring himself a glass.]
There you go, sir, one blueberry liqueur. Don't drink it all in one go.
Y'know what we need with this? Fancy cheese. People have wine and cheese tastings, don't they? I mean, this ain't wine, but, y'know.
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[Soos takes the glass and takes a sip, finding it to taste pretty good (or at least not that bad) before answering Louis' question.]
Yeah, some people do that, but usually people that try to be super fancy. We can still get some from the kitchen, if you want.
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Let's do it, man! For all we know, we're gonna die tomorrow!
[Oh.
He picks up his glass and starts making his way down to the kitchen. He motions for Soos to follow.]
Hey, you got any, like, goals you wanna do before you die? You might wanna get on that. From how things are startin' to look, we're all gonna die here, no matter what!
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Soos follows, but he can't help but stay silent for a second before he feels like he has to say something.]
I-I think I'd prefer to not think about death right now. I mean, I know things aren't looking so good right now, but...I still really think we have a chance at getting out of here. At least, everyone that's left.
[The chances are feeling really slim at this point, but that won't stop him stop trying to be optimistic!]
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Gotcha. But, like, you still gotta consider that possibility that, possibly, maybe, this week you might not ever see the light of day again, yeah?
[It doesn't seem like Louis is dealing with this very well....but really, is anyone dealing with this well?]
Not to mention that Rod dude. We haven't heard anythin' from him, not since Negaduck smashed that mirror. Who's to say he's actually comin' to rescue us, huh?
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[Q: Who wants to talk about death? A: Only Louis...maybe Freddie too.]
Okay, that's...we haven't heard a lot from them since, but I still trust that they're gonna come get us. There's at least two friends of mine in that group, and one of them is Stan's brother, so...I just...I can't help but still think that they'll be able to help us.
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[Louis frowns at that.]
How do we know for sure, huh? Randall knows 'bout almost everythin' that happens here--for all we know, he could've gotten to 'em already. But, y'know, if you say Stan's brother's there, then...hey, maybe. If they're smart enough to avoid Randy.
[Don't wanna like, eliminate all hope. But still. Death.
As they near the kitchen, Louis downs the rest of his drink and ambles over to the refrigerator. He digs through the drawers.]
Ew, this cheese has, like, blue mold in it. Is that supposed to be fancy?
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He takes in a shaky breath and downs the rest of his drink too before following him into the kitchen.]
N-no way. They...Wendy and Ford wouldn't get captured. Ford's was in a different dimension for thirty years, and he's been fine, and Wendy is like...if she's got her axe, then she might be able to even take down Randy.
And...I think so. I don't know why moldy cheese is fancy, but...it is.
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[He shrugs--there's still a lingering note of doubt in his voice. It doesn't seem like he's going to be listening to any sort of hopeful speculation.]
If anything, preparing for the worst can't be bad.
[He takes out a wedge of blue cheese, sniffing it and making a face. He then breaks off a piece and nibbles on it cautiously.]
Hmm. For a moldy piece of cheese, this ain't too bad, actually. Salty and crumbly. Want a bite?
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Yeah, I...I guess.
[Soos inspects the cheese too, sniffing it for a second before he shrugs.]
Sure, I don't see why not.
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He places a chunk on a plate and goes digging for more cheese.]
Hmm. Looks like they got--ooh, cheddar! And some...Mon-tary Jack? Weird name for a cheese. Didn't know they had this many different kinds of fancy cheese!
[His head pops up for a moment as he ruminates on this new discovery.]
Life is too short. I say we try every cheese in this refrigerator. What'd'you think?
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He takes a look in the fridge as well, seeing the cheese selection is pretty good.]
They're not really that fancy, but that does sound like a great idea.
[He thought he'd drown his sorrows with alcohol, but I guess cheese works too.]
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D'you mind getting toothpicks, maybe? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna have to make it look fancy as hell and enjoy it.
[As he cuts, he puts the cheese onto a large plate. They're...not very good cubes, but it's fine.]
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[He looks in the pantry for a minute, and comes back with two small containers full of toothpicks. He then starts sticking them in each cheese cube.]
Do you think anyone else will want some? Or should we do something, like, go around and offer it to people?
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[probably people who are lactose intolerant, but louis doesn't know what that is]
Would it be weird to just, put some plates of cheese outside of people's doors? Maybe we ought to include a note, or somethin'.
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[and Soos isn't even thinking of lactose intolerance either.]
It might be a little weird. Maybe put a note down about saying something like...'Sorry about all the junk that's been going on. Have some cheese. It could make you feel better!'
That sound good?
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