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]

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!