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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Comments

[terribibble]

I never have. I grew up keepin' well away from cemeteries as a general rule, but I figure... I'm already in close quarters with ghosts. It's not goin' to make much difference whether I'm inside or outside.

[Which is both comforting in that there's not much he can do about it and deeply disturbing in that he's never not potentially touching a ghost. He hangs his tweed jacket over a convenient twisted tree branch and then as an afterthought adds his tie and dress shirt as well. An undershirt is all he needs for this.]

[toogoodforhim]

I didn't have much of a choice - I was fourteen, and I was living in the chapel because I didn't have anywhere else to go. I had to earn my keep somehow, right?

[He nods approvingly when the man strips down to his undershirt. An undershirt is only really part of common garb in the wintertime - usually it's called a shirt.]

[terribibble]

[Didn't have anywhere else to go? Oh, yikes. But it doesn't seem like it's a huge point of distress or else Lefou wouldn't mention it so casually, right?]

Suppose that's true. When I was that age it was all chores all the way down, sure enough.

[That's just fair. You have to earn your keep even when you do have blood family, where he's from.]

[toogoodforhim]

[You can't throw a stone in 18th century France without hitting someone who's lost one or both parents.]

Anyway, it's easy enough work, if tiring.

[He puts his head down and bites his lip to focus on scrubbing away a stubborn bit of black mold.]

Once they're cleaned up we may get a better sense of whether any of them need to be straightened. I think some of the big, strong men in our midst may be willing to help with that, anyway.

...I feel bad for them. They can't do anything, they just...have watched all this get grown over and fall apart.

[terribibble]

[That darn plague, huh. What a hecker. Unless it was one of the five million other possible causes of death, but at any rate the sentiment still stands.]

Well accordin' to our host they like it this way but I can't imagine all nine-hundred and ninety-nine of them feel the same about it.

[There's some creeping, mostly-dead ivy on the headstone next to the one Lefou is working on and he decides to start there. He's still very careful not to kneel on the grave but rather in the space between, but he's got long, skinny arms. He can reach just fine.]

[toogoodforhim]

I wonder if some of them just find it easier to say they like it this way, because that's all there is.

Still, if they're going to keep us here and let us get outside, they ought to expect something like this.

[Lefou's arms are shorter and his work involves a lot more repetitive, short motion, but he apologized before he knelt down so it's fine.

Not like their rest can be disturbed any more than it is.]>

[terribibble]

[He carefully picks away at the ivy and then begins on the larger chunks of moss, trying not to accidentally damage any of the stone beneath. He's not exactly practiced at this but he can intuit, at least. That's always been one of his strengths.]

It must be... frustratin'. To see things breakin' down around you and not be able to do anythin' about it.

[WHICH HE WOULDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT, HAHA, HE DOESN'T HAVE DEEP-SEATED ISSUES,,,]