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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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.