Week 8

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Thanks to Freddie, it seems as though you’ve dealt your first, honest blow to Randall. Truly a fitting end to the Randall Rech Zone. Sadly, you’re still stuck here, but something inside you is nagging at you to keep your head up. This late in the game, nobody has to be willing to resort to murder.

...Right?

12 people remain]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

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[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Allene's in a pretty decent mood today, all things considers. She's got a little bit of a skip in her step, albeit not enough to overcome the general overwhelming atmosphere of the mansion. She can be found generally wandering around in the morning with some toast and a glass of milk in hand. She feels like exploring for clues again, although she doesn't expect to make much progress.

She can later be found in the artist's studio. She's really more of a tech whiz, but she feels like she should express artistically more. Next to her easel is a well-done, albeit cartoony and blocky, drawing of Jyn surrounded by light and flowers. She's currently trying to make this really abstract piece about identity and personhood. There's currently just a dot on the canvas, as she flicks a hairtie on her wrist thoughtfully.

Jyn's jacket hangs on the back of her chair as well. She'd been wearing it earlier, but she really doesn't want to stain it while she works.]

[notreadyatall]

[as she walks through the manor, allene will feel a shadowy hand - almost vapor-like, reach around her shoulder. it gestures to a dark corner of the room.

well are ya gonna go there or not, hun.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Allene looks towards the dangerous, dark looking corner gestured to by the dangerous, shadowy hand. of doom.

She considers this thoughtfully.



And then proceeds to walk right there no questions asked.]

[notreadyatall]

[congrats, kiddo! good choice. dr. facilier appears from the darkness, looking rightfully pissed.]

I’m getting out of here. You’re helping. The others can come if they want, I don’t really give a damn.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She's initially concerned (not by the general danger level here bc hell yeah danger) but more the general presence of the doc and how he's even here right now and if he's a threat.

But then a wide grin rises up her face.]

Oh heck yeah dude! Hero-villain team-ups to fight a bigger threat are classic! That's awesome!

[notreadyatall]

...You know, I thought there’d be more opposition. Glad to see someone alive besides the mouse has common sense.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

I mean, I'm still mad at you and we probably need to have a big hero chat about how murder is wrong and it really shouldn't have taken you this long to have grievances but...

Later, right? Like after we all get the heck out of dodge.

[notreadyatall]

Listen. You watch your not-daughter get blown to bits and see if it changes your perspective. I don’t give a shit about the benefits at this point. I’m going to Hell, grabbing Triton’s daughter and bringing them to a father who’s a better one than I am. Then I’m going to find whatever hellhole the losers who survived the first round crawled off to, because there are a few of them I want to deck.

So, you do you, tootsypop. But I’m doing me. First, I’m gonna need you to grab some paint thinner.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She frowns and moves to poke him in his chest. Partially to figure out if he's solid in the first place but. Also to make a point.]

Come on dude, you're talking to the girl who tried to take over the world because her squirrel bud died! I get it! I'm deffo being sent back to jail by heroes after this, I absolutely got the right to criticize your nonsense. Even if I approve your potential Thanos or Buck Cluck punching.

[But she'll pull back.] Is this one of those things where I get one thing at a time and you give me a new instruction or should I be making a list?

[notreadyatall]

[Solid!]

Way more punching than that.

Paint thinner. A way to cut through Randall’s suits. And a name you need to remember.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She chuckles] Hehe. Classic violence.

Paint thinner, one of Hiro's knives or something.... and a name? Like, a specific one, or something I need to choose?

[notreadyatall]

Ub Iwerks.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Ub Iwerks.

A name with unfathomable power, a name that has far reaching implications across the entire manor, a name that changes everything our heroes thought they understood. It was truly a name that could change the course of the entire game.]

...Neat! That Swedish or something?

[notreadyatall]

Dunno. All I know is that you don’t mention it around Randy.

...It’ll catch his attention. So you should mention it to ‘im.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Oh. Oh. Ohohohohohohoh.

And when we have his attention, that's when we...? [She mimes slicing open a skin(suit) and splooshing a skeleton in paint thinner with goofy sound effects.]

[notreadyatall]

That’s the idea.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Doc. Doc. This is a good plan. I love this plan. I could marry this plan if I wasn't in a good long-term relationship. Bless you for this plan.

[notreadyatall]

Duh. I know how to get things done.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Another laugh.] Alright, alright, don't blow your horn too much there, ego man. Where are you gonna be while I risk my neck?

[notreadyatall]

Finding a way into Randy’s room. He’s got a way outta this trash heap in there.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

...Damn dude, lion's den-ing it? I thought you were gonna, like... shove all the responsibility on us and we'd shrug and bear it. You sure you'll be alright?

[notreadyatall]

Relax. I’ll get this taken care of.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Well... if you say so.

...Fingers crossed this all works out, then.