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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[astronomics]

Oh, uh... thank you. [ runs a hand through it ] Allene wanted to take my hair tie.

[hasit]

[...that's Odd. Leia cocks her head.]

Does she have enough hair to make use of it?

[astronomics]

No? It was more of a. Symbolic thing, I think.

[ like the jackets ]

[hasit]

[She's barely bothering to hide the smirk on her lips at this point.]

Things must be getting serious.

[astronomics]

They... might be, yes.

[ Let The Death Star Take Her Now, Oh God ]

[hasit]

Well, good. I've lived long enough to know that when you find a good thing like that...you ought to hold onto it.

[Her expression softens, a little.]

I'm glad for you. If anyone deserves a little happiness, it's you.

[astronomics]

I plan to. As long as I can.

[ she chuckles ]

I've gone a while without it.

[hasit]

So I've heard. [That's fucking sad but hey that aligns with pretty much everything Leia's experienced, so!]

Me, too. When we first got here, I was determined not to...get too attached to anyone. Clearly that didn't work out too well.

[astronomics]

[ Jyn chuckles. ]

I guess not, for either of us. I've never been half as good at not getting attached as I'd like to be.

[hasit]

One of the pitfalls of being human, I guess. Droids must have it so easy.

[astronomics]

I can only imagine. Though if you leave them alone for too long, they tend to get attached too.

[ hi, K2, wherever you are ]

[hasit]

Oh, don't I know it. [She thinks fondly of C-3PO, of Artoo, and of BB-8.] Remarkable things, aren't they.