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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[hasit]

[Leia feels like since they went through all of that together, she should maybe try to talk to Freddie. Make sure she's okay.

A peace offering.

She brings over a plate of food, because Force be damned, she's gonna make these kids eat a square meal if it kills her, and sets it down in front of Freddie without making a big deal about it.]

What's that?

[faciliheir]

Randy's true form. [she pauses, thinking, and then holds it out to her.] Or a piece of it, at least.

[hasit]

[Leia's eyebrows shoot up toward her hairline, and she takes the horn gingerly in hand.]

Is that what you were doing over there?