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foolishmortals2017-07-02 03:27 pm
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2017-07-02 03:27 pm
WEEK 4
[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.]
{Don't forget to fill out your Week 3 Activity Check!}
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.]
{Don't forget to fill out your Week 3 Activity Check!}
[gay seal]
No payment necessary. I'm just here to make sure everyone has a good time. After all, it's my God-given duty as an American.
[Surely even a Frenchman can appreciate that! He holds out the bottle, already uncorked, to Lefou.]
Of course, you could always promise me a dance later on.
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Or, well... Former colonies, right?
[He takes the bottle and swirls the liquid inside to waft the aroma out with a happy sigh, then takes a welcome drink. The burn sends a shiver down his spine, and he passes it back, letting the touch linger.]
It would be my pleasure.
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[Ford Pines has literally never been patriotic a day in his life, what is this nonsense.
You bet he notices that lingering touch, though, and gives Lefou a wink as he takes his bottle back and takes a healthy swig.]
Then I'll hold you accountable for it.
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Damn the British indeed!
[The wink makes his ears burn, but he brushes a stray lock of hair behind his ear and returns it.]
Don't worry, I'll remember. How could I forget such a charming dance partner?
[And he's gonna boop his nose and retreat into the crowd to try to get everyone to dance to one of the livelier songs that comes up.]
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Did he just boop Ford's nose?
What the fuck that's adorable.
Later on, when he's had quite a bit more rum and he's feeling good and relaxed, he'll come up behind Lefou and tap him on the shoulder.]
Mind if I cash in on that dance now?
THAT ICON im gonna pee
But when he spins to face Ford, throwing his arms out in delight, his face is flush with exertion and his grin wide enough to show off the gap in his teeth.]
I thought you'd never ask!
he is Beautiful
Excellent. I'll follow your lead. I can match just about any step you throw my way.
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Cocky for an older fellow, aren't you?
[If you were hoping for a slow dance, that's definitely not the next song that plays. He starts out by finding the rhythm, clapping and stomping his foot on the down beat. The heels of his shoes tap against the floor as he jumps, both feet apart, then scuffs the ball of his right foot forward and hops on the left. Then he gives Ford a chance to mirror him.]
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[Oh, there's a whole lot of mischief in this 'old fellow's' eyes, alright, as he watches the step Lefou demonstrates for him. It takes him a second to catch up, but true to his word, he's able to mimic it pretty well for his first time.]
Some things only get better with age, you see.
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[He does the next step, which is just as flamboyant and energetic and fun as the first, and adds in an extra couple of steps.]
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[He goes right ahead and mimics the next step, adding in his own little flair at the end just the same.]
You pick up a few things. And people.
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[This time there's a couple of cross steps and a spin.]
that fucking icon i can't
[Ford's own spin is strangely graceful for a man of his size. This is a good dance. He's digging it.]
Would you believe me if I told you that in some universes, being a 'confirmed bachelor' is the default?
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Not unless you promise to take me there to prove it, after we get out of here.
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[There's mischief in his grin as he works double time to keep up with each step, now; they're not perfect but he's matching each one, at least, and having a damn good time of it.]
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[Oh god he's sounding like Belle.
He laughs cheerfully, glancing down at Ford's feet as they dance.]
Don't worry, you're getting it!
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[Ford chuckles, and his face is probably just pink from the booze and the dancing, right?]
Not too bad for an old coot, am I?
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Coot? When did I ever imply you were such a thing?
[As the song comes to an end, he ends the dance with a gracious bow.]
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[Ford returns the bow with a sweeping gesture, and then catches Lefou's hand and places a brief kiss atop it in a fit of pique.]
Thank you for the dance, m'sieur. Vous êtes très charmant.
[Listen, he knows a few languages.]
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Ohhhhhh mon dieu.
Merde, he's fucked.]
I'm flattered, such a compliment coming from a man so handsome and charming as you.
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Who's the flatterer now?
[He straightens up with a beaming smile on his face. He feels almost young again.]
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Still you, I'm afraid. I just have perfectly functional eyes.
[How long's it been since you had a sweet bear cub flirting with you, Ford?]
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Delusional, you are. You've clearly had far too much rum.
[It's been far, far too long.]
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[Ford leans in close, murmuring in Lefou's ear.]
I'm old enough to be your grandfather, you know.
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