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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SUNDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

MONDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

TUESDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

WEDNESDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

THURSDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Hey, are you walking by Randall’s room this morning? You’re more than likely going to notice the body outside the door.]

[astronomics]

[ ... fuck i guess she will, alright. ]

Not again...

[ Alright then, time to... check it out, rip. ]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Allene had brought a knife and fork to this floor and was scraping it along the ground. She was peeved at Randy okay.]

Raaaaaaaaaaandaaaaaaallllll, come out and plaaaaaaaaaaa... [She trails off. That don't look good.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Huh. This person looks familiar, despite being covered in soot and having half their face torn off.

Randall Rech is dea-

...That’s a skinsuit. That’s his skinsuit?]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

...okay, handy new info. Randy sheds at least every six weeks.

[astronomics]

[ BETTER THAN EXPECTED??? ]

Well, I guess he won't be using this face anymore.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Wanna place bets on real form vs. some new costume? No, wait, real form vs. Buck Cluck.

[astronomics]

That's probably our motive this week. He's going to walk around as Buck Cluck for days, because he's incapable of taking anything seriously.

[stanbyme]

[Stan doesn't go out of his way to avoid anybody but, well, there's so many people gone now that it's not hard to be by yourself, either.

Still, if you want to find him, he's up crazy early (so early you'd be forgiven - and probably partly right - for thinking he hadn't slept) in the gym pounding away at the punching bag like it did him a personal wrong.

After his morning workout, he throws his shirt and jeans in the wash and goes back to his room to shower and change into his black slacks, button-up shirt, and a hideous pink sweater that says UNIVERSE'S GREATEST GRUNKLE in multicolored patchwork letters. After that, he heads to the kitchen to cook a big-ass breakfast, his usual offerings of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. There's a stack of pink pancakes with colorful sprinkles in them in the shape of pig faces, a clear Peace Offering if ever there was one, so unless you're a 13-year-old girl who loves pigs and sprinkles approach at your own peril. Luckily, there's plenty of normal pancakes for everyone else, too.

After breakfast he heads to the Casino because he's got a handful of those token things. By and large what he gets is dumb, more "DVDs" (whatever those are), a pile of melted wax, a snowglobe, a pen shaped like a carrot (pocketing THAT for later), and a plate of sugary-sweet fluffy doughnuts one of which, learning nothing from his girlfriend's lessons about taking food from strange slot machines, he immediately shoves in his mouth.

Luckily, the beignets aren't poisoned, so at least there's that.]

[hasit]

[oh hey ladies what's—

Stops short. Wrinkles up her nose.]

Is he shedding?

Casino

[sorrydoods]

[For some reason, Soos keeps coming back to this slot machine, despite thinking about just stopping from getting anything else from it. Maybe he's starting to have a problem of some sort? Or maybe it's just the fact that there's nothing else to do with these coins? Whatever the reason, he's back in the casino to see Stan near the slot machine with-

...oh my god]

That thing gave you one of those candy bowls from the Summerween Super Store?!?

[He books it to the bowl and can't help but stare at it, a look of awe on his face.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Allene's in a pretty decent mood today, all things considers. She's got a little bit of a skip in her step, albeit not enough to overcome the general overwhelming atmosphere of the mansion. She can be found generally wandering around in the morning with some toast and a glass of milk in hand. She feels like exploring for clues again, although she doesn't expect to make much progress.

She can later be found in the artist's studio. She's really more of a tech whiz, but she feels like she should express artistically more. Next to her easel is a well-done, albeit cartoony and blocky, drawing of Jyn surrounded by light and flowers. She's currently trying to make this really abstract piece about identity and personhood. There's currently just a dot on the canvas, as she flicks a hairtie on her wrist thoughtfully.

Jyn's jacket hangs on the back of her chair as well. She'd been wearing it earlier, but she really doesn't want to stain it while she works.]

[astronomics]

[ Jyn's in a good mood today! She seems that way, anyway. For one thing, for the first time since arriving here she has her hair down all day, so that's already new, but she seems very. Pleased.

She spends a fair amount of time in the library, actually, reading... a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Mostly nonfiction books about Earth and Earth Stuff. Animals, cultures, customs, et cetera.

Later she heads to the kitchen, where she works on... she's baking something? Looks like brownies. She seems to be getting the hang of it, and is just... munching on some nutella toast while they're in the oven.

Her last stop is the gym, where she actually... doesn't use the punching bags, she just does a lot of standard exercises. Stretches, laps, all that good stuff. Allene's jacket, which she's been wearing all day, sits off to the side to make sure it stays safe. ]

kitchen

[hasit]

[Leia happens to mosy into the kitchen in the afternoon, lured by the smell of something delicious baking. She half-expects to find Mabel in there, judging by the smell. She's...not expecting Jyn. She's especially not expecting Jyn with her hair down, looking...relaxed?

She goes to refresh her mug of caf, glancing over her shoulder at Jyn.]

You didn't strike me as the baking type. What's the occasion?

[rech]

[a cartoon bird and a bee fly by jyn

buzzzzz]

[astronomics]

[ okay be cool be cool be cool dont just be like "I GOT SOME THATS WHAT" ]

Uh. I... wanted to make something for Allene.

[ You know, the woman whose jacket Jyn is wearing instead of her own right now. ]

[not_over_yet]

[ After the party, Basil had spent another few hours wandering about. He didn't have much reason past wanting to postpone an unpleasant task just a little longer. He eventually gave in and went back to his room. He never had checked who was on his motive-photo. He hadn't wanted to know, even if the possibilities were very limited.

After the trial, he knew who he'd find, but he... he needed to confirm it. He couldn't not check, not at that point.

Basil doesn't leave his room at all today. His door's slightly open, but the only sounds coming from inside are the rock and the baby hurricane puttering around. ]

[hasit]

Nice of you.

[She slides onto a stool, stirring milk into her coffee along with a little sugar. She notices the jacket. Don't think she doesn't. Just like she noticed how Poe Dameron's jacket now belongs to Finn.]

I'm glad for the two of you. You make a cute couple.

[astronomics]

[ Sharing jackets is space gay culture. ]

Thanks. She... makes me very happy.

[hasit]

I can tell.

[She has, it should be noted, been wearing that tiara with a fair amount of regularity.

Leia calmly sips her coffee, and then lowers the mug:]

Just so you can rest easy, I haven't been sleeping in my own room. No need to worry about keeping anyone up at night.

[mom no]