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.]

[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.

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.

[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.]

[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. ]

[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.