Moving right along

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Its been a heck of a day, all things considered. A bunch of people died, they all saw some horrifying sights, and they all got into a huge brawl before it all worked out. It was a stressful time and even though it... technically worked out, everyone's exhausted. No one is quite ready to head out right away. They aren't actually sure what's on the other side of that of that door and... they need time to prepare for whatever it could be.

With a quick: "Make sure to make everything you need for tomorrow!" Allene races off ahead to get something ready. And if anyone is walking back to their rooms right already, they'll see a blob of sheets walking by, with Allene's feet carrying it all. Otherwise, no messages are sent around, its assumed that if people are looking for a group activity they'll find it.

Within an hour, using materials from all over the mansion, Allene has put together a blanket fort in the foyer. Its downright humongous, made from sheets that have been sewn together from various (now empty) rooms. Out in front is a little banner labelled "Fort Pines" in front with an additional sign noting "Rest Tent." Inside are pillows and blankets everywhere, a paradise of comfort. There's a corner with cookies and water, along with some more substantial, healthy food like cups of veggies, fruits, etc. There's also alcohol. She doesn't think anyone's gonna stop the one (1) kid from drinking if he wants so. What can you do?

Outside the tent itself in the foyer is a table with another sign: Supplies and Trade where numerous potential weapons and items have been placed. Its a little zone to add or find any potential goods that could help for when they dive into Randy's closet.

Finally, to cap off everything, there's one more piece of paper in front of the foyer. A finishing touch for their final hours in this madhouse.

"We Survive Together"

Comments

[sorrydoods]

[I hope no one is expecting Soos to come out of his room!

Because he doesn't.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She knocks on his door!

Shave and a haircut! Two bits!]

[sorrydoods]

[No response.

Will she try the door?]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Ohhhh maybe she should.]

Heeeeeeyy Soos! You in here! I have cookies!

[She's good at this]

[sorrydoods]

[Whatever makes you happy

When Allene enters the room, she'll see that Soos is just lying on the bed, crying. He's in fetal position again, and he didn't even seem to notice the door open.

All he does is just...cry.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[...goddamn emotions.

She hesitates at the door for a moment before deciding to just. Sit down on the bed next to him.

She'll just... sit here, she supposes. Making it clear she's here for him.]

[sorrydoods]

[He notices her as the mattress shifts from Allene's weight, and he turns his head toward her a little bit.]

...yeah?

[His voice sounds strained, like he's been crying for hours now, and screaming as well.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

...Nothing major, man. Just take your time.

[sorrydoods]

[With that, he turns his head back away, but...he'll say something else, just loud enough for Allene to hear.]

I was supposed to get them out of here...I was supposed to make them survive, but...

[Another sob, and he curls into himself. He hates this, God fucking Hell, he hates this.]

[upgradeit]

We're gonna come get you.

[Hiro's sitting in front of his shrine in the foyer. He - part of him thinks he should go check on Soos, last living person he likes, but also it feels really important to talk to everyone and also like. He is so tired - not physically, but emotionally. He just wants to sit here and eat candy in front of the shrine.]

We're gonna come get you and I have. I'll bring all your stuff. Well - I mean. Some of your stuff will probably be grabbed by other people, but I'll grab everyone else's stuff. [A beat.] Except you, Negaduck. You don't deserve your stuff.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Allene'll pop by him at some point in the middle of her racing around everywhere, for now with just:]

Cookie?

Supplies and Trade

[angelgoatdemon]

[Howdy! It's Lekmet. He's got a bag with him containing some books, a bunch of helpful items, and two sticks that sort of function like his wand/magic staff now. Of course, he also has Negaduck's chainsaw, which he's keeping for good. He doesn't have much to add to the weapons pile, but he thinks any bit would help.

Let's see here- he's got a flamingo mallet, Mim's Magic Flying Broomstick, and an unloaded shotgun.

There's one more item he hesitates to part with, but ends up putting it there anyway. It's the Enchanted Book from the Beast, and he's got a few things to say about it to anyone around listening.]

That book works as some kind of teleportation artifact. I've already got my dimensional scissors with me, so this might help someone else.

[The next set of items are just accessories: A yokai's mask, Mr. Arrow's hat, and two voodoo dolls, Rod and Oswald. Dunno, the last two dolls seemed like they could use a good home, and he's not too familiar with them.]

Maybe we can bring these? Not sure who most of these things belong to.

[not_over_yet]

Any interest in helping to smuggle a magical artifact into hell?

[ Basil's here! And holding a certain glowing purple jewel Lekmet might remember. ]

I'm not certain if smuggling it is necessary, but I'd rather not take chances with this one. Rather important it gets back to Miss Facilier, you understand--and it's a bit over-sized for my own pockets. [ ...The thing's about the size of his head, understatement much. ]

[angelgoatdemon]

But of course! I've got a couple more magic items with me to bring.

[He sure does recognize it!! Not quite sure of the extent of its power, but screw it. It's important to Basil and Freddie and there's no real reason to refuse. There's a safe enough spot in his bag, also sort of visible]

If you'd like, we could partner up, stick close together if we need to keep an eye on it.

[bayoublues]

[Well! This day--these past few weeks have been hell! And Now They Are Going To Actually Be Going To Hell! It's fine. Really. He didn't even know hell actually existed until, like, two months ago. Is it even really the hell the church people talk about all the time?

Whatever. He makes his way down to the foyer, clutching his trumpet and the stuff he's gotten from the slot machine in his arms. He approaches the "supplies and trade" table and dumps everything that he could carry on it.]

I don't need much. Figured someone else could use all this junk, maybe.

[After milling about the foyer for a few minutes, Louis listlessly wanders the hallways, taking note of the locations in which people died. Not to mention the actual trial room....and now? The people who remained were about to join them in hell.

He hopes Hades enjoys jazz.]

supplies

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She'll take a peek over there in personal interest and quite possibly taking that 650 dollars and examining the potential weapons.]

Know anyone here who could pull off that outfit? [The Prince's.] It looks pretty snazzy.

[bayoublues]

Hmmm. Definitely not me. They don't exactly tailor gator clothes.

[Chuckles a little bit.]

Maybe Kit. Seems fitting. Or, really, anyone who's human.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Yeah, it might not be for animals. I'd have to cut a thing for my tail, myself.

[But what she examines with interest right now is the Lucky Cricket cage.]

What the heck could this be for, ya think?

[bayoublues]

Uh.... [Scratches head.] Dunno. A cage to hold something, I guess? You can take it--I doubt it's gonna be useful, though.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Yeah, probably not...

Still, never know what could come in handy in this place.

[She picks it up and puts it in her bag]

[bayoublues]

[Shrugs.]

Whatever you say. [He's gonna munch on a cinnamon roll for now.]

[not_over_yet]

[ Basil doesn't care about much in the manor--but he did tell Pinocchio he'd look after the pets. And leaving them here sure wouldn't count as that. Minor issue of the fish though, as always. The door to his room is currently wide open, as he and Spinny stare at the fishbowl. Cleo looks concerned. It's... difficult to gauge a rock's expressions, but Rocky's in the huddle too. Maybe he just wants to be included.

Later, Basil's using up the last of those odd coins at the slot machine. So far, he's gotten a blue cell phone, a plate of ratatouille, an unusually large cinnamon bun, and... of all thing, an oar? Largest thing he's gotten so far--he frowns at it, briefly, before returning to dropping coins into the machine. ]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She peeks by his room, briefly, as she scuttles about only to quickly pause, take a few steps back, and glance inside.]

...I can see that being a problem there.

[hasit]

[Leia doesn't go straight out to the foyer; she needs time to collect herself first, and then when she goes into the room she's been sharing with Stan and Mabel, she finds the letter on the dresser and the carrot pen, and even though she's almost certain that things will be okay, that she'll see them again, see Stan and Mabel and Kim and Marco and Jane—

Well, hearing Stan's voice play on that stupid carrot pen just has her breaking down all over again. Great.

A little while later, she's coming out into the foyer with a pillowcase full of assorted shit she's pulled out of the machine. None of it seems particularly useful, but might as well pool whatever they've got. Ackbar and Monsieur the Porg are both at her heels, and when she finally sits down, it's with Stan and Jyn's letters in her lap and the carrot pen in one hand, which she just...keeps pressing the button to hear Stan's wisecracking over and over again. Every now and then, she absent-mindedly pets Ackbar or Monsieur atop the head.]

Take anything you want. [gesturing at the pillowcase.] It's mostly junk.

[angelgoatdemon]

[Don't mind if he do! He's going to take the dog collar in case anything happens to the one he's wearing. The meteorite piece catches his eye as well, he figures his old friend would be interested in it.

Once he's done with the loot, he turns to Leia with a somber look. She shouldn't be alone right now, aaaand he's not sure what exactly is a good distraction this time.]

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