ENDGAME GROUP 2: The most tragic place on earth (Log 1)

[keyofimagination]

[Thanks to Hades’ help, group 2 suddenly arrives in Main Street, or… what was Main Street. Now it’s a desolate wasteland barely masquerading as a cheerful theme park. You are outside the ticket gate right now, but from the gray sky and a sign proudly displaying: “Dismaland: Bemusement Park”, it wouldn’t take much to remember that the villains have a hold on the pocket dimension now.

Rod, meanwhile, is holding a bag, looking as determined as ever.]

First of all, I'm going to come forward in saying that we have to be careful about this mission, and we have to make sure we aren’t seen. If Hades is right, the moment either Bill or Randy know we’re here, it’s all over for us. As such I took the liberty of going through the hotel’s coat check to find some disguises.

[He drops a bag on the floor and out spill tacky Hawaiian t-shirts, sunglasses, and really tacky straw hats. Rod is already quickly putting on a t shirt and pair of sunglasses.]

If you have any questions I’d suggest you ask them now. If there is any chance of us separating I don’t want anyone ending up lost in the dark while we explore.

(ooc: This is the first group 2 log!)

Comments

[darthfanboy]

...That would make you my.

[what was the term the dipper child used...]

Step-“Grunkle”. Or cousin. I’m not sure how the family tree is exactly composed in that respect.

[sixfingeredstan]

Oh!

[Right he's. Leia's son. The...angry one. Ford blinks a couple of times, doing the required thinking before he speaks.]

Well...uncle, yes. The kids call us 'Grunkle' for 'great-uncle.' But, ah.

[god this is awkward?]

Welcome to the family!

[darthfanboy]

You come off as much more sensible than your brother.

[He steps forward.]

Would you say that is correct?

[sixfingeredstan]

[EYES DARTING AROUND WILDLY to make sure Stan isn't within earshot.]

I—yes, actually. Why do you ask?

[darthfanboy]

[...]

Do not allow him to hurt her.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Oh.

Ford's not great at People, but this he understands. He adjusts his glasses and levels a serious look at Kylo.]

I know my brother never would, young man. But you have my word.

[darthfanboy]

I’ve heard that before. The assurance of a person’s goodness. Nobody is completely good. Nobody is completely perfect. I understand that more than anyone. But while you might have some level of trust with him, I am not giving him the same luxury.

[“I failed you, Ben. I’m sorry.]

I was the cause of her unhappiness for so long. I know firsthand what it looks like when she is hurt. Even when it seems like I’m gone, I’ll know. Every time he hurts her. Every time she’s in pain. Every time she expresses an inch of discomfort. I will know. I’ll feel it. Every bit of it. The same way I felt her emotions before all of this. She was a part of me then, and she’ll continue to be.

For every time he hurts her, rest assured that I will repay the favor three times over.

Do I make myself clear in that respect?

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford didn't pay an awful lot of attention to this man's story, and only paid attention to Leia when it was in conjunction with his brother. He spent too much of his time fretting and worrying and grieving to really be able to care. But he's caught the gist of things: an estrangement of some sort. Something Ford is familiar with.

He listens carefully to this young man who obviously, despite all appearances, still cares for his mother very much, and Ford is reminded inextricably of his own mother. Ma, still kicking in a nursing home back in New Jersey. Probably watching her sons on television all this time, and worrying.

Ford lowers his chin, thoughtful, and then looks back at Kylo.]

Crystal clear. I'll see to it.

[darthfanboy]

Good.

[...]

Thank you.

[sixfingeredstan]

Think nothing of it.

[He pauses, seems to remember something.]

I'm sorry, by the way. About your young lady. Lefou's friend. Belle.

[darthfanboy]

...I try to think nothing of her.

[sixfingeredstan]

[oh rip]

Fair enough.

[Ford gives a small smile, and reaches out a six-fingered hand.]

I wish you the best of luck, son. Hope to see you once we get out of this mess.

[darthfanboy]

[...fine. he extends his hand out.]

Perhaps our paths will cross again.

[sixfingeredstan]

If fate's kind.

[Gonna shake that there hand and then nod at Kylo before turning back to the rest of the group. That's a conversation he's going to have to have with Stan...later. Much later.]