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]

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[hasit]

[She grips his arm where it rests around her shoulder, trying to steady him; it seems he's a little drunker than she thought.]

The brawn. But you're no slouch, Stanley. It takes smarts to run a con, and from what you've told me, you've done that plenty.

[stanbyme]

[He's fine. It's fine. He nuzzles her a little when she braces him.]

I figured out how to fix Ford's stupid machine, too. Didn't graduate high school, but I learned all that physics and math just so I could get him back.

[hasit]

See? You're proving my point.

[She chuckles.]

If it makes you feel any better, I didn't finish school, either. I was...expelled.

[stanbyme]

You? No kidding. Sounds like you were a real troublemaker too.

[hasit]

[She nods, looking mischievous.]

I was seven. I reprogrammed the Collegium's mainframe with Rebel propaganda and played the forbidden anthem of the Old Republic over the loudspeaker. They didn't take very kindly to that. After that, I just had my tutors, but they were boring as sin.

[stanbyme]

Seven.

[He sounds impressed.]

I 'preciate a rebel with a cause.

[hasit]

I've always been one. If nothing else, it set me on the path I'm still on today.