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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[angelgoatdemon]

[Behind Soos is Lekmet, standing there all catatonic at first.

He's trying to process it all, from the blood trail, to the two adults having a moment in his son's room, Soos, Marco's mangled corpse...

He follows Soos and kneels by the body. There's not much he will do at the moment but stare with eyes glazed over.]

[hasit]

[Leia's throat goes dry and tight as first Soos, and then Lekmet come into the room; she drops her hands from Stan's, and crosses over to Lekmet.]

Freddie and I followed him outside...we found him like this. [Her voice is rough and raw as she looks past Lekmet and at Marco.]

I'm so sorry. I know that doesn't fix this, but...I know he was important to you. He was to me, too.

[stanbyme]

[Stan’s knees pop and his back creaks and he’s grateful for Leia’s hand getting to his feet.

Before he can even answer what she said (and he could tell from the look in her eyes they weren’t even near done), let alone approach the more immediate question of what to do next, he hears Soos and almost gets bowled over by his handyman. And behind Soos is Lekmet, and shit now it’s just awkward.

He lets Leia handle the sympathies, staying quiet and taking a step back when she drops his hands, using the last clean part of his shirt to wipe his face clean and scrub away any evidence of his breakdown.]

...We can spread the news and set up some kind of a memorial, if you want.

[sorrydoods]

[It feels so hard for Soos to breath right now. Like the wind just keeps getting punched out of him after each breath. All he can really do is cry, letting out sob after sob.

When he hears what Leia and Stan have to say, he looks up at both of them, a river of tears flowing from his eyes.]

What...wh-what could've...why would he...

[He collapses onto Lekmet's shoulder into a hug, sobbing into his robes. He just...this can't be happening...]

[angelgoatdemon]

[Any impulsive thoughts he might have had upon jumping to conclusions were completely gone by the time Soos holds on to him. He's having a hard time formulating words right now.]

I-I told him not to go outside. He...the shadows...

[For once, he desperately wishes one of his worst hallucinations and fears just stayed in his head and not out in reality for everyone to see. On Stan's offer, he nods and keeps his sight on the corpse.]

T...Thank you, Stan, that would be nice.

[There are tears now, but he has to stay coherent and try to keep a level head for a few more moments.]

[hasit]

[This is all just...it's a lot, right now. She's trying her hardest to get it together and keep it together, but being in a room full of fresh grief isn't helping that, and Lekmet...]

We'll give you some time to grieve. [She nods along with Stan, and then takes him by the arm. She feels bad, being relieved that they won't have to be the ones to clean up that mess, but...

Well, it's only right.

Once out the doors, Leia nods her head decisively.]

We'll set up a wake. It's the least we can do.

[stanbyme]

[Stan is more than eager to get out of there. He catches Leia gently by the wrist outside the door.]

You go get cleaned up first. I'll wash my hands and get started, and then once you get changed I'll grab a shower and put on my suit.

[hasit]

[She looks up at him, and then glances down, and realizes that—yeah, she's pretty much covered in blood. Marco's blood. The front of her cloak is all but soaked in it, and her hands look like she's just been—

well. Carrying a mutilated corpse.

She's shaking again, she realizes, and she nods.]

Yes. Yes, that's...okay.

[She's going to go and just kind of. Stand in the shower under the hottest water she can stand, for awhile. As long as it takes for her to remember that she'a alive and she needs to keep going. For Marco, and for everyone else.]