ENDGAME GROUP 1: The Other Box (Log 2)

[yourghosthost]

[Off-screen, the groups manage to reunite themselves once more. More notable than anything else is the little black floating box, though if any of you have any information you wish to exchange, now would be an excellent time to do so.]

I know this isn’t exactly on the docket, but I intend on heading in there. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.

(ooc: this is the second and final log for group 1 - if you weren’t here for the previous log, feel free to use this as a jumping-in point!)

Comments

[toogoodforhim]

[A hug from Elsa is so rare that he lets her sweep him up and he wraps his arms around her and just holds onto her.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa... does tense a little, but she doesn't even think about trying to pull away. Instead she just keeps holding on, turning her head a little so that she can get a look at his face.]

Is there anything you want me to do for him? Or for you?

[She may not have liked Gaston, but... it would feel wrong, to not leave him something before they have to move on.]

[toogoodforhim]

[His face is a wreck, red and splotchy and swollen from crying. He can only keep eye contact for a moment before he looks away to hide his devastation from her. He sucks in a shuddering breath.]

I wish we could take him with us. Or bury him. But I wish we could at least shroud him...

[defyingfrigidity]

[Yeah, she totally can't blame him for not looking right at her. She has eye contact problems even on good days.

...hmm...]

Is there.. any kind of symbol you'd associate the most with him?

[toogoodforhim]

...Antlers.

[defyingfrigidity]

[... Yeah she's not too surprised.]

I... hope you don't mind that I can't do much about the color.

[Since he's seen her magic at work before, he won't even need to ask what she means by that. With a light swirl of her hand, a large sheet appears, sewing itself together faster than Lefou can watch. It's a deep, deep blue, as dark as she can make it, and across the center is a bright white pair of deer antlers. It hovers for a moment before Elsa lowers her hand, and it carefully drapes across Gaston's body, covering him from head to toe.]

... Do you think that's enough?

[toogoodforhim]

[He's used to her magic by now, so he doesn't react when she summons up a sheet of cloth. When it carefully drapes over his body, LeFou looks for a moment.

And then he kneels back down, and carefully tucks it beneath his head, and then rolls his body one way to tuck it underneath him, and then the other way to tuck in the other side like a proper burial shroud. Laid out this way, the antlers splay out from his navel to his chest.

LeFou had stayed dry-eyed as he carefully shrouded the body, but now looking at it again, again tears come to his eyes, his hands balled into tight fists on his thighs.]

It's perfect. Thank you, Elsa.