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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[scrapplinghook]

[Boy... All Of That sure did happen yesterday, huh? Mabel has soldiered past the hurt and the depression that had hit some of the others pretty hard up till now, but Marco's death... that's left her pretty shocked. She'd really liked Marco, so when the news hit the rest of the manor... hoo boy.

Mabel doesn't hide herself away, though. Instead she plops herself once more in the sewing room, and will once again gear up to work on making gifts for everyone.

Except Gaston. Forget him.

She's a bit more subdued whenever someone walks in on her than she was last week, and the pile of knitted Somethings next to her is a bit less violently colorful... but there's still a lot of it there. She's been working hard, and it doesn't look like she's stopping anytime soon.]

[angelgoatdemon]

Hey, how's it going?

[The robes he arrived the manor in went from 'decently fixed' to 'those sure are rags by now'. Lekmet sits beside the kid, watching her work away.]

Need a snack?

[He's brought slices of chocolate cake and a milkshake for her! Dunno, she seems the kind to like sugary stuff.]

[scrapplinghook]

Thanks!!

[It's a little less excited than how Mabel usually sounds, but there's no WAY she'll say no to cake and milkshakes!]

It's just... getting really bad, isn't it? [She frowns a little, fidgeting with the yarn in her hands.] It's like... every time someone tries to say stuff like this isn't gunna happen again, it gets worse.

[angelgoatdemon]

No problem-! And yeah...It feels like the best course of action is to keep playing and ride it out.

[There's a half-finished sweater-robe thing he left the other day. As soon as he tries to work on it alongside her, it sort of falls apart and tangles itself on his hooves. Welp, he should stick to cooking.]

Huh.

[scrapplinghook]

Aw, you did a good job for someone with no fingers!

[Coming from anyone else, that might sound like an insult, but she really meant it!]

Want me to help fix that up for you?

[angelgoatdemon]

Thanks-! And yes, please- I've been trying how to make a couple more sweaters or three.

[He's got some designs sketched down on a paper, and judging by the look...they're matching sweaters for himself, Louis and Minnie.]

I-It's- for...uh- For fun! Yeah!

[scrapplinghook]

[!!!]

Oh, they're like the ones I made for Hiro, Kim, and Marco! I can totally help with those, too, if you really want.

[stanbyme]

[He needs a distraction. He needs to spend some time with Mabel. He needs to do something with his hands, and he's never been an artist like Ford or a knitter like Mabel.

So he's armed with a hairbrush and some hair pins.]

Hey Pumpkin. You wanna see something I learned?

[scrapplinghook]

[She sees the pins and jumps to the conclusion anyone who sees Stan with such items would:]

But Grunkle Stan, you already showed me n Dipper how to pick locks!

[stanbyme]

Yeah, and you haven't been practicing, have ya?

[His knees creak as he sits down, and pats his lap.]

But no, this is something I just learned how to do. C'mere and take off your headband.

[scrapplinghook]

You'll never know, with my sneaky spy skills!

[Oof! She just drops herself right into his lap, and does as he says.]

Whatcha gunna do?

[stanbyme]

That's my girl!

[He puts the pins down in a pile next to him, and takes up the hairbrush, giving it a spin like a cowboy with a revolver to show her what he's got.]

You'll see.

[He starts at the crown of her head and runs the brush through her long hair, sticking out his tongue in concentration as he carefully parts it down the middle (despite her hair trying to insist on being off-center).]

[scrapplinghook]

[Normally it's impossible to get Mabel to stay still for more than a minute or two, but she can feel that Stan's trying to do something fancy, so she'll try not to wiggle around too much!]

Oooh, are you gunna braid it?? I didn't know you could do stuff like that, Grunkle Stan!!

[stanbyme]

[Once he has her hair brushed out and parted and he's gotten a good hold of the weight of her hair, he flops one side over her shoulder and focuses on the other, his big fingers struggling to make three little even strands. He's better at it now than the first time he tried, though.]

I'm a sailor, ain't I? It ain't that different from ropes.

[He twists the braid together on this side strand by strand, weaving in more hair as he goes. Despite his arguably terrifying "qualifications," his braiding doesn't feel like it's in danger of tying her hair into knots.]

[scrapplinghook]

[She's been good so far at sitting still, but as Stan continues his braiding, she idly kicks her legs back and forth. Probably... bumping into his shins a few times, oops.]

But thry're still different things! Where'd you learn how to do this stuff?

[notasingleword]

[Ariel feelin' pretty shitty too so she's quick to sidle up next to her good friend. She holds her knees to her chest and watches her.]

What're you working on now?

[scrapplinghook]

[Who's not feelin' shitty today, honestly?? Except maybe Gaston but who cares about him anymore?]

Scarves!

[The enthusiasm in her voice is a bit less than it's been in earlier weeks, but it's still there!]

I'm making some for everyone again. Wanna see yours?

[notasingleword]

I would love to!

[She's trying to keep her spirits high at the very least.]

[scrapplinghook]

[The scarves, thankfully, are a lot less eye-searing than her sweaters. In fact, they almost seem to be kind of tame? This time around the colors are all different shades of blue and some green, patterned almost to look like waves. ]

Here! I bet even if you're happy here on land with Freddie and all of us, you might muss the ocean. So now you can take a bit of the ocean with you!

[lovelylilmouse]

[God, if there was one thing Minnie hated, it was seeing anything happen to children. She didn't want to say anything when she had discovered what had happened with Marco- rather, she stayed holed up in her room, letting herself cry as she tried to calm herself down.

However, she eventually finds her way to the sewing room and notices Mabel sitting there by herself, working on something. She can't help but to curiously approach her, taking a seat next to her with the best smile she could muster up in the moment.]

Hey there, Mabel...

You doing okay?

[scrapplinghook]

Uh-huh.

[She's really... not super okay, but she doesn't like worrying the others. And she also doesn't like feeling bad for too long, so...! For now she'll make herself feel okay.]

I'm making scarves, so everyone else will feel a little less bad!

[lovelylilmouse]

Scarves? That's real sweet of you.

[She gives her the best smile she can and puts her hands in her lap, watching her for a few seconds.]

Do you mind if I help you out? I haven't done any knitting in so long-- since I woke up here, actually.

[hasit]

[Leia's not expecting Mabel to be having a great time, exactly, but she's also not quite expecting her to be stress-knitting again. After peeking her head into the sewing room, Leia ducks back out and returns a few minutes later with Ackbar. Soos had told Leia about Mabel's own pet pig, and she figures Ackbar is the next best thing.

So she comes to the doorway, and sets Ackbar down on the ground. The pig immediately beelines for Mabel, like she'd hoped; Leia smiles, seeing the way he starts to nose at Mabel's ankles, sniffing for treats.]

[scrapplinghook]

[For a minute, Mabel's hopes shoot up when she hears the sounds of a pig snorting, but... oh. It's that one. Not that she doesn't like Ackbar or anything! He's super duper adorable!! But he's not her pig.

Still, even if he's not Waddles, she can't help but reach down and scratch him behind his floppy ears.]

Heeey buddy, what're you doing over here?

[hasit]

[Leia watches from the doorway, smiling to herself, and when Mabel voices the question she's the one that steps forward to answer.]

I thought you could use a little company. Ackbar told me he missed you.