WEEK 4

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Tadashi, Sophie, and Princess Anna are dead. By now, maybe you're realizing that this plays is way more dangerous than you have ever feared, but don't worry, maybe some hope will come along the way.

For example, if anyone tries to open the Conservatory Door leading outside starting this week, they'll find that they finally have access to the graveyard and outside. You are now freely able to leave the mansion whenever you want.

Maybe you can all finally leave this place...?

20 guests remain.]

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[wannagetsmote]

So, just so we're clear. [Maui placed his hands against the pot handles. Ordinarily, they might have burned a pair of normal, human hands, but Maui simply shrugged the burn off. Human injuries were nothing but a minor nuisance for Maui.]

You want me to lift this and pour the broth into something else? You got it, big guy.

[toogoodforhim]

[A minor internal scream because you could have waited to grab pot holders Jesus Christ, but once LeFou realizes that Maui is completely unaffected he snaps back into the conversation.]

Yeah, I've- got another pot, here.

[He holds a smaller pot by the handle over the sink.]

You got this?

[wannagetsmote]

Of course I do. I'm Maui. Shapeshifter, demi-god, hero to cooks in mansions. [With that, he set to pouring in some of the liquid. It was a careful, restrained flow at first. Maui wanted to be absolutely certain he wasn't going to take Lefou by surprise. Once he was certain the man was ready, though, the rest of designated portion of the brew flowed in.]

Smells great. Maybe not as good as my lightly fried fish filets, but still good.

[toogoodforhim]

[He's stronger than he looks, anyway, able to hold the pot with one hand and wield a spoon with the other to make sure that the second pot gets its fair share of vegetables. When the pot's full, he puts the spoon over the edge of the sink and wipes off the lip of the larger pot with a dishcloth, before making room for Maui to put it back on the stove and following with the smaller pot.]

Lightly fried fish filets? What kind of fish?

[wannagetsmote]

Uh... [Maui's gaze flicked toward the fridge. Back home, he could name any given breed of fish at any given time. Reduced to mere meat though? It was hard to say.]

Whatever's in the fridge. [A shrug.] Elsa had some before. Last week, I mean, maybe the week before. When things weren't so... [He motioned vaguely.]

[toogoodforhim]

Oh, well then, next time I'll try your cooking. It's only fair, after all.

I don't think I ever caught where you're from, by the way.

[wannagetsmote]

Sounds like a promise.

[The question caught him by surprise for more than one reason. He was used to being everywhere no home to speak of. That was a hero's way -- never settling down and always looking for ways to help. Being trapped on an island had been a massive hindrance to his otherwise nomadic life. It had taken him at least a hundred years to get used to it.]

Around, I guess. Nowhere in particular. It's a long story. Complicated.

[toogoodforhim]

Huh. Well, that's pretty much the opposite from me.

[If the non-answer or the apparent complicatedness bothers him, he doesn't seem fussed by it.]

Sunny and warm, anyway, that much I've gathered.

[From their conversations and their apparent running joke about being cold.]

[wannagetsmote]

Lots of ocean and islands, but I never stayed in one place long enough. Guess you could say the sky was my home. Maybe the sea? I did a lot of wayfinding -- voyaging.

Sailing, you might call it?

[Lefou was quickly wriggling his way under Maui's skin, it seemed. Normally, he would have taken the time to keep talking about himself, ignoring the potential for an actual conversation. But the man's mention of home compared to Maui's own was enough to spark his curiosity.]

What about you? If it's the opposite, what's your home like? Cold and without water?

[toogoodforhim]

Never been sailing myself, but I'm familiar with the term. That sounds... [Lonely.] exciting. I bet you've seen nearly all there is to see,

[He began cutting the meat into smaller, more reasonably bite-sized pieces. But the question made him pause. He had to think about his answer as he slid the meat carefully into the large pot, then turned and leaned his back against the counter, arms braced against the edge.]

There's ocean on two sides of the country, but the village that I'm from is somewhere in the middle. Rivers cut through her to her heart, but rivers don't make good sailing. There's mountains, and forests, and green hills that catch the light just right at sunset and make the whole world look like it's burning.

[He sounded like he missed it.]

And yes, it gets chilly at night. Even in summer.