Week 7

[grimgrinningghosts]

[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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Comments

[faciliheir]

From Auradon. It's where all the good people live. Chock full of froofy princesses and noble jerks.

[it's definitely. some kind of an insult.]

[nachosquire]

[Yeah she can see Marco's expression sour at that.]

Uh, I am neither a froofy princess or a noble jerk. I'm Marco Diaz, cold hearted bad-boy.

[marco no]

[faciliheir]

Marco, you'd last about five minutes on the Isle before somebody robbed you down to your socks. Then somebody would come and steal those, too.

[nachosquire]

Oh come on, give me a little bit of faith! I have a red belt in karate and I've broken someone out of princess-jail before!

[HES A TOTALLY RAD DUDE FREDDIE HE CAN BE A VILLAIN]

[faciliheir]

Now I'm just kinda imagining you getting mugged by a gang of five year olds, and it's hilarious.

[she is not evie there will be no chillin like a villain]

[nachosquire]

Ugh.

[Marco lets out an annoyed groan, and he picks his project up to continue.]

If you're just gonna insult me then you can get the heck outta here, Freddie. Or, like, you can go to some other table and drink someone else's coffee.

[faciliheir]

[just sorta. furrows her brow.]

Is this... not how it works?

[nachosquire]

...not how what works?

[faciliheir]

Uh, siblings? That is what you wanted, right?

[nachosquire]

[oh nooooooooooooooooooo]

You... actually want to be part of this dysfunctional fake family stuff?

[faciliheir]

Does that... matter? You won the argument; it's part of the deal.

[nachosquire]

[you know that face spongebob made when he found out squidward liked krabby pattys

imagine that on marco]

Yeah but you wouldn't want to actually play along like you're my big sister unless you actually wanted to.

[faciliheir]

... I guess I don't not want to. I guess.

[beat]

It's. Weirdly lonely in my room now, okay?

[nachosquire]

Hey, no, I get it.

[Marco's expression softens to a smile, and now he vaguely feels bad for telling her to get the Fuck out.]

People keep dying even though we keep trying to prevent that from happening and it's.. kind of scary. We're down to half the amount of people we started with? And it makes me wonder if we're really gonna be able to rescue everyone before the rest of us are all dead.

[faciliheir]

[oh shit it got serious for a moment.

a pause.]

My dad escaped.

[nachosquire]

......what?

[he doesnt like the idea of a decapitated head running around thank you]

[faciliheir]

I fixed him with the wand after the trial, with Basil. And then he left. [which is. actually kinda the story of her life tbh.]

[nachosquire]

He left left? Like, he's not in the mansion anymore? Liiiike.. not even stuck outside with the shadows left?

[faciliheir]

I hope he's gone for good, but... There's still a slight chance he's just completely ignored what I said and immediately threw himself into another scheme and is still around?

So, yeah. That happened.

[nachosquire]

I... I'm not sure if I should be sorry for you or happy for you.

[And he's not sure if he likes the idea of Facilier still being around or not.]

[faciliheir]

Happy, I'd say! It's a test run for when I free the real deal.

[nachosquire]

The real.. he's not your real dad?

[there's so much to unpack here]

[faciliheir]

Well, kinda-- he's a version of my dad. There could be millions of those. [just. hangin around.] I'm talking about the dad I grew up with, that raised me-- that man is still back home on the Isle. And with the wand? Nothing will stop me from getting him out.

[nachosquire]

[Marco's just gonna. Take a long sip of his coffee to process all of that.]

Is the Isle like, some kind of prison or something?

[she's mentioned it before already but he didnt stop to actually ask what it was]

[faciliheir]

Where they put the baddest of the bad. [sighs fondly] Home sweet home.