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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[bayoublues]

[Louis hasn't been doing much this week, what with all of his negative emotions being suppressed and all. Wine tasting and cheese munching have gotten boring, so he has resorted to a different coping mechanism--being impulsive.

In the morning, Louis can be found in the wax museum, marker in hand as he scribbles on the statues that have miraculously remained intact after all these weeks. He's drawing whatever comes to mind, adding mustaches and monocles and the like. Occasionally, he scribbles a few words on their bodies, such as RANDI SUX or LOU WUZ HERE.

Later, if one makes their way into the kitchen, one may notice the refrigerator door slightly ajar. Louis is lying on the ground, eating some ungodly combination of pickles, strawberry ice cream, bananas, and grape jelly. It's as if he just took the first four things he saw in the refrigerator and put them together. His expression is unreadable as he shovels it into his mouth.]

Wax Museum

[sorrydoods]

[...well, that looks fun!]

Any chance you got a second marker I could use?

[bayoublues]

[Louis glances up at Soos and grins. He gestures to a pile of colorful markers at his feet.]

Sure! Go wild. What're you plannin' on drawin'?

[sorrydoods]

Sweet!

[He grabs a blue one and walks over to the remains of the Bill statue.]

I dunno about most of them, but I'm definitely giving this one a silly mustache!

[And he does so, giving it a mustache that sorta looks like a broom.]

[bayoublues]

[Louis lets out a snort. He puts the cap back on his marker and picks out a red one.]

Wait, wait, wait, I got a great idea.

[He inches behind the statue and starts scrawling on the wall. He draws a few big arrows pointing down at the statue and writes the following:]

BIG STOPID

[Then he snickers and steps away. The most insulting insult ever]

[sorrydoods]

[Soos lets out a couple of snickers as well, finding it just plain funny, even if it isn't spelled right.]

What about you? Any that you wanna make fun of?

[bayoublues]

[He frowns, looking around at the wax statues around the room.]

Well, originally I was gonna make fun of Facilier, but he's been beheaded for some time, so...uh, I didn't think it would be as fun as the other ones. All of 'em look sort of stupid. [Except that scary muscle-y teeth thing. But it's got a stupid face.]

Who's the guy you just drew on, anyways?

[sorrydoods]

Well, we could still make fun of him. Just can't do anything with his head.

And...that guy is Bill Cipher. He's this crazy dream demon guy that tried to destroy the world once, but Stan, Mabel, Ford and Dipper managed to stop him and pretty much erased him from existence.

[Too bad someone still hasn't gotten the memo that Bill isn't as dead as they would've hoped.]

[bayoublues]

...That's true.

[He starts heading over to Facilier's stand but then freezes in midstep.]

Oh, Christ. Sounds like a real piece of work. Must been pretty hard to defeat, huh?

[Wait.] Who's Ford?

[sorrydoods]

[He'll walk over to Louis where he stopped, not wanting to feel too awkward standing so far away.]

Yeah, he was...really something...

Oh, um, Ford is Stan's twin brother. He was kinda...away for a bit on some adventures, and ended up coming back to Gravity Falls to help stop Bill.

[He's pretty sure Stan doesn't want that info being spread? So he's definitely not spreading it.]

[bayoublues]

Huh. That's pretty cool! Apparently, I'm a twin, too, and I never knew it 'till now! 'Cus, like, all my brothers were born at the same time I was!

[He makes his way over to the statue of Facilier and starts doodling flowers on his body.]

Do you have any siblings? I got, like, twenty.

[sorrydoods]

Huh, cool!

[He'll join the act of doodling on Facillier, except he's just making mustaches where there shouldn't be mustaches.]

No. None that I know about, at least.

[He doesn't know what his dad ended up doing in New Orleans]

[bayoublues]

Huh. Can't imagine growin' up without any siblings. Was it lonely, growin' up like that?

[He's now drawing a crude smiley face on Facilier's neck stump. After a thought, he adds two nostrils and a pair of glasses. He kisses his fingers.]

Beautiful! A masterpiece!

[sorrydoods]

Not really. Still had my grandma raising me, plus I got to see my cousins once in a while.

[Soos can't help but stare at the smiley face in wonder for a moment, one question on his mind.]

Could I draw a mustache on it?

[bayoublues]

Oh! Wow! You have a grandma? I dunno much about my grandma--or my grandpa, either. They say my grandma lives in a lil' corner up the Mississippi River. Dunno 'bout my grandpa. Probably split up--that's how most gators end up.

[Louis grins at Soos, stepping back and doing a mock bow.]

Absolutely, my artisté friend.

[sorrydoods]

Yup! She pretty much raised me since I was like, four. She's the best.

[Aww, that kinda makes Soos sad. Time to try and cheer Louis up! (Even though he clearly doesn't need it)]

Well, I'm sure they're at least still friends. Kinda hard to imagine having kids with someone just to not even like them afterwards.

[And with that approval, he goes in to make another mustache, but this time it's a pencil one, the kind that you'd see on a stereotypical French person.]

Perfect.

[bayoublues]

[Louis shrugs.] Eh, s'no big deal. When you're a gator, you're expected to sorta make your own way in the world, y'know? Don't exactly got a dad to look after you--they don't really help out when takin' care of the hatchlings. At least my mom was real nice!

[He examines Facilier's neck-face and taps it triumphantly.] Now, that is art. It belongs in a museum or somethin'. People'll come all over and ask-- [He takes on a very haughty-sounding accent.] 'Soos, what does this piece mean to you?'

[sorrydoods]

Well, if you say so.

[If that's gator society then that's gator society. Not much he can do about it, really.

He strokes his chin, pretending to be very deep in thought, and when he speaks, it's completely overdramatic.]

It shows of my true suffering and pain that I've felt all throughout my life.

[He tries not to, but he can't help but chuckle a little bit.]

[bayoublues]

[Louis nods slowly, tapping his finger against the side of his head.]

Yes, yes, I can see it now! Fascinating. The blue marker really conveys your emotions of...of, er, bein' blue.

[He snickers a little--he feels a little bad about defacing Freddie's dad, but, then again, he did turn his friends into frogs.]

And--may I ask, what will your next work be? Something bold? Something brash?

[sorrydoods]

[probably something that belongs in the trash]

I think...something...that's both! Something very bold and extremely brash! Like...like...

[He goes to another statue, this one being Madame Medusa, before he starts drawing on her face.]

This one!

kitchen

[hasit]

[Leia wanders into the kitchen, takes one look at Louis, and very nearly turns right back around and leaves again. But curiosity gets the better of that impulse, because of course it does.]

...That can't taste good.

[bayoublues]

[Louis looks up at Leia and gives her a grin.]

Don't knock it 'till ya try it. We're all gonna die here, anyways, so I'm doin' anythin' I wanna do.

That bein' said.... [He lifts up the bowl and picks out a singular pickle spear.] This wasn't the best decision I've made, but I'm gonna stick to it. Want some?

[hasit]

...Oh. You don't...have much faith in our rescuers, do you?

[Hmm. Mmm. No thank you. She wrinkles her nose.]

I'll pass.

[bayoublues]

Nope!

[He says that almost cheerfully while he crunches on the pickle.]

I mean, that thing Freddie did was pretty cool. And Randy ain't showin' his face around here anymore. But we don't exactly got any other stuff to defend ourselves with. For all we know, he's just gonna come back meaner and nastier.

[hasit]

[Shit, Louis.]

Looking at it logically, though...our numbers are dwindling to the point where, if logic follows the first two rituals, we have to be getting out of here soon. Some way or another.