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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[not_over_yet]

[ Should Lekmet check inside, he'd be well within his rights to be alarmed: the furniture's been hacked to pieces, utterly destroyed by some bladed implement. Bits of cloth and wood splinters are scattered about.

On the other hand, none of the pets seem particularly alarmed, showing more interest in this newcomer than the destruction. There's also the matter of the glass fishbowl on the floor--it's fine, fortunately for its goldfish occupant.

(Depending on how closely Lekmet's listening, he might or might not hear Basil's voice coming from one of the gaping slashes in the mattress. Basil's either mumbling or not bothering to use words though.) ]

[angelgoatdemon]

[THERE BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN A MURDER-- wait, these pets!]

Hey there!! How are you doing, little ones?

[Can he- he's gonna. He's going to pet rocky and spinny and place the goldfish bowl somewhere safer than the floor. Note to self, get the little fish a bigger tank. With the pets taken care of, he's going to look for Basil]

Basil? ...Are you okay in there?

[not_over_yet]

[ Rocky and Spinny are cheered by the attention--Spinny a bit more visibly, due to having slightly more of a face. She and the rock both noticeably perk up though. Cleo's clearly pleased by a visitor as well, even if she seems a little concerned about this whole "moving her bowl again" business. Not least of all because she's not sure where they're headed.

Unless Lekmet decides to go check out the adjoining bathroom the floor is... kinda the only place to put anything. The furniture in here has become ex-furniture. The bed is at least recognizably an ex-bed? But it's not at all a stable surface.

As for Basil? ]

...S'fine.

[ Needless to say, that doesn't sound terribly accurate.

Basil is in a hollow in the exposed mattress-stuffing, hugging a glowing purple gem. He doesn't seem injured, just despondent. Goatdad could likely guess the issue at work here, even if there wasn't a photo of Freddie propped up opposite Basil. ]

[angelgoatdemon]

[Welp, he's going to clear out a space or few to organize the mess a little just so nothing might fall on Cleo. Or try to, anyway. With a grunt, he uses his head and horns to shove the stuff more effectively to a corner.

After that, he follow's Basil's voice, more than a tad concerned.]

You don't sound fine to me.

[Upon seeing Freddie's picture, he instantly gets it. It hasn't been that long since Marco...yeah. Why does every parental figure here keep losing their kids?]

Do you wanna...talk about it?

['Do you need a hug' was what he wanted to say, perhaps a little later]