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-I made a promise to Dipper, I-I said I'd get them out of here, I could've done something, anything to at least keep Stan alive, but...I...I...

[He's grabbing the pillow on his bed and screaming into it. If Allene is close enough, she might notice the tear stains that are already on it.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She'll... go for a pat??? She'll pat him on the shoulder.]

And you didn't break it. We'll find them, Dipper [is that his real name] too. We'll bust em out no problem.

[sorrydoods]

[He lets out a sniffle, move the pillow off his face and look Allene in the eyes.]

Are...are you sure?

[For so long, he tried so hard to be an optimist, but after all this...he really just can't anymore...]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

My dude. [She finger guns at him.] Feeling posi, right? I'm feeling posi cause we're absolutely gonna nail this.

[sorrydoods]

[That...actually gets a bit of a laugh out of him. Well, more of a chuckle, really, and it's incredibly forced, but...it's there.]

Th-thanks, SG.

[Also, guess who still doesn't know someone's little non-secret?]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[They should talk about that but she'll just.] I mean it, man. We're only a few steps away from literally busting a whole bunch of people out of hell. And we'll do it all together.

[sorrydoods]

[When they've escaped, I guess]

Okay. I'll...I'll try to keep that in mind.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She pats him again]

It'll work out. And if not, even though it will... we tried, right?

[sorrydoods]

[...well, that last part kinda got him sad again.]

Yeah, I...I guess we did...

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Hey, heeeeey. We will try and we'll give it our all and we'll do it toghether! Right?

[sorrydoods]

...yeah...

[He takes some deep breathes, before he actually tries to stand back up, or at least sit up on the bed. He struggles a bit, finding that he's really off balance from lying there for so long.

Allene...might wanna catch him before he falls back on the bed. Just sayin.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Ohhhh buddy. She'll try to catch him and probably failing.]

...I'm sorry I called you garbage during the trial. That wasn't cool.

[This is the worst position to say this with her arm trapped but. She feels like she should.]

[sorrydoods]

[She does kinda fail, and he falls back onto the bed. But...he knows now isn't the time to do this. He needs to do something that isn't just moping.

So he'll try to get back up again, succeeding this time.]

I-It's fine. You were just...upset and stuff.

And it's not like you were wrong.

[With that little bit whispered to himself, he's gonna start walking towards that door.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Ohhhhh no. She races out in front of him quickly.]

Dude, I was wrong. You're a cool guy who cares so much for his friends. No garbage would get into an all-out brawl for his family like you did.

[sorrydoods]

But I should've done something-anything- just to keep one of them here. Or to help anyone else, but...I...I...

[He takes an audible gulp, trying to focus.]

That's-that's not important right now...I need to go do something.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

There was nothing you could do, man. We were trapped by what seem to virtually gods with no prep time. And they wouldn't want you to get hurt trying to help them.

...Alright. If that's what you need. But don't let yourself get sucked into your own thoughts. Please?

[sorrydoods]

[He wants to respond, but...he doesn't really know what to say at the moment. He still blames himself, but...they're gonna be here forever if they keep arguing.

So he'll just nod and keep walking towards the door. He'll stop when he gets to it, though.]

I don't...I dunno if I can do this alone...

[kickbuttseatnuts]

...You don't have to.

[sorrydoods]

[he takes another deep breath before he speaks.]

I wanna look through their rooms. I don't wanna leave anything they liked behind, but...if I go in there, I don't know if I'll be able to leave...

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[A H

Allene is... terrible at emotions, both in herself and other people. Its been easier to just handle them from a distance.

But that's not the right thing to do, is it?]

I... If you need someone by the door, I'd be happy to accompany you.

[sorrydoods]

[That does make him feel a little bit better, even if she isn't the best at comforting people.]

Thanks. That's...probably the best idea.

[And now we're on a trip to Stan's room!]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She quietly throws away her "So a Clone Called You Garbage in the Heat of the Moment" pamphlet and follows after him, putting on her usual jovial demeanor. This is fine. Its fine. They'll be fine.]

[sorrydoods]

[When he gets to the door, he can't help but freeze. He...wants to go in, but...it just feels wrong, knowing there's no chance of seeing Stan in there. That there's a chance he'll never see Stan again. How...how it's all-

Deep breath, before he says another thing to Allene.]

If I'm not out within, like...five minutes, can you check on me?

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Pat pat] Sure thing, man. I'll be right outside.

1/2

[sorrydoods]

Thanks.

[And in he goes to look for things that seem important. It'll probably take him all the five minutes to really assess each objects necessity and-]