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foolishmortals2017-07-09 11:31 am
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2017-07-09 11:31 am
WEEK 5
[Wander and Sylvia are dead, the Ghost Host was snuffed out like a light, and Tarzan is nowhere to be seen. It seems like in an instant everything is changed, not just the circumstances, but the mansion itself. It feels like it's gotten significantly colder in the mansion, and you might also start seeing bugs out of the corner of you eyes, darting away into darkness the moment you try to focus on them.
And, starting this week, any and all ghosts are eerily absent but at the same time, no matter where you go, you feel like you're being watched by something. To make matters worse, the attic doors have been nailed open.
But there are some bright spots in this week. When you wake up on Sunday, you'll find that you have a brand new tuxedo hanging up on your bedroom door, in your exact size. Later, if you're curious enough to try going from the second floor to the attic, you'll find that there's a whole new floor to explore, but this time it's just comprised of two rooms: a smallish but serviceable laundry room and an expansive casino with an attached bar.
Don't tell Jiminy about this he will have a heart attack.
Feel free to explore, but maybe you want to keep away from the Stretching Room for awhile. Somebody cut the noose on the hanging corpse.
17 guests remain.]
{OOC: Don't forget to fill our your Week 4 Activity Check!}
And, starting this week, any and all ghosts are eerily absent but at the same time, no matter where you go, you feel like you're being watched by something. To make matters worse, the attic doors have been nailed open.
But there are some bright spots in this week. When you wake up on Sunday, you'll find that you have a brand new tuxedo hanging up on your bedroom door, in your exact size. Later, if you're curious enough to try going from the second floor to the attic, you'll find that there's a whole new floor to explore, but this time it's just comprised of two rooms: a smallish but serviceable laundry room and an expansive casino with an attached bar.
Don't tell Jiminy about this he will have a heart attack.
Feel free to explore, but maybe you want to keep away from the Stretching Room for awhile. Somebody cut the noose on the hanging corpse.
17 guests remain.]
{OOC: Don't forget to fill our your Week 4 Activity Check!}
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He can't help but laugh, a little, at the sight of Maui holding that poor bird with an entire second bird's worth of feathers fluttering around him.]
What are you doing to that poor thing? It's not even big enough to eat.
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[He wriggled the hand holding Heihei just a little, though he was careful not to jostle the thing in a particularly damaging way. Other than seeming annoyed at being kept from whatever task he was busy with in the first place, Heihei didn't seem to mind.]
He was trying to eat my bed. Ignored the food I gave him, of course. Because why wouldn't he? [Maui shook his head.]
Did you need something?
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[God, he didn't... UGH this was hard, everything was difficult and feelings were the worst. He needed to see that he was okay, to hear his voice and reassure himself that Maui was still there. He'd woken up from just starting to doze off with a cold fear like eyes on the back of his neck that Maui was gone, and he hadn't heard anything or seen anything.
...Well, he's seen him now, but. How can he think about going back to his own cold bed and lay awake all night worrying?]
...I was worried about you. After... After what happened earlier.
Can I come in?
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[As he stepped back, he took note of the pillow in Lefou's hands, and he wouldn't have doubted if there was an audible click as he put the pieces together. This was what... what people like them did, right? Couples?
It was... really weird, thinking about things like that.]
I'm alright though. See. Strong and awesome as ever. [He flexed, hoping it might alleviate some of his own awkwardness. Just what the heck was he supposed to be doing here?]
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It was hard, through the bruises still streaked across his nose and around his eyes, to see the flush that crept up his face when Maui flexed for him (listen, he's not made of stone). But he smiled.]
I'm glad. I, um...
[There was absolutely no easy or non-clingy way to say this, was there?]
Can I sleep in here with you tonight? I... can't stop thinking, and it's just. I could use the company.
[Your company.]
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Some of the things he had done, at least.]
I mean. If you want? [He looked toward the bed, to Lefou, then down to himself.]
I'm... not sure how comfortable it will be though?
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I can make something work.
[He'd had the forethought to leave his shoes in his own room, leaving him in his shirt, breeches, and stockings. He set his pillow down for the moment on top of the dresser and sat carefully on the chest to unbutton the knee-cuffs of his breeches.]
Thanks. For letting me stay. [Then, jokingly.] Not the first time I've slept in the same room as a chicken. Is he bright enough to crow at dawn? He seems a little, um.
["A little, um" probably describes Honey Nut pretty well.]
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Maybe.]
The chicken? No. He'll yell at any other time, though. Usually you just throw something over him and he quiets down.
[Without waiting for Lefou, Maui flopped back down in the bed. He did his best to push himself toward the edge, though there still wasn't very much room for his companion. Whatever, Lefou had said he would make it work.]
Honestly, Heihei isn't good for much. Won't eat enough to be edible, frequently chokes on things to big for him to eat. You get used to it though.
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LeFou smiled at Maui when the man got comfortable again.]
What do you call him? Heihei?
[He asked, as he made short work of the buttons on the other knee and then stood to shimmy down his breeches and slide his stocking-clad legs out of them. His motions were deft and neat as he unbuckled his garters and rolled his white stockings down his calves.
Undressed down to his underwear (and his calves were honestly even whiter than the rest of him, except at his knees where they were pinched red by his breeches), he looked at Maui flopped on the bed, trying to figure out how to fit himself in there. He was short, but he wasn't small. Folding his clothes and leaving them on top of the dresser, he put one knee on the bed and then followed through, sliding into what little space there was left. He hesitated, propped up on one elbow, looking at Maui's face to make sure it was alright. He could feel the warmth from Maui's body and they were barely touching.]
Is this...
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Thankfully, Maui didn't need to think about it for long. Lefou's clumsy efforts were noted. Maybe the discretion might have won someone else over at some point, but for the unabashed demi-god, it just felt like it was beating around the coconut tree. Reaching out with one thick, strong arm, Maui pulled the smaller man closer.
He imagined he might have done the same thing to some sort of stuffed creature, had he ever the time to be a child.]
This is just fine.
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The pulse beneath his ear was strong and steady and the body underneath him burning hot. If nothing else could reassure him that for the moment, Maui was fine, this put him at ease instantly. He smiled, tracing the shapes that bordered the tattoo opposite him, and then folded his arm underneath his chin so he could lift his head to look back up at Maui.]
I could get used to this.
[It was a joke, a warning, a suggestion all wrapped up in one innocuous statement.]
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Bet I could move your bed in here. Shove 'em together. Plenty of room that way.
[Not that things would change much. Maui got the feeling that even if they had a mile of bed between them, Lefou would still cling to his side. He also got the feeling he wouldn't really mind it, either.]
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He smiled, thoughtfully, at the suggestion and shifted his weight to fold both arms under his chin.]
I don't know if there's enough room. Unless we move the dresser and chest out of here first, and then fit what we can back in afterward.
[He was trying to not make it too apparent how into the idea he was, but he was thrilled by the conversation nonetheless. It was...domestic.]
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[These were the sort of conversations couples had months into their relationship. Maui didn't know if they had months, though. He couldn't even be sure they had hours. He'd make the most of it, even if a few promises went unfulfilled. At least it'd make Lefou happy for the time being.]
It's just a walk away, right?
[Beneath Lefou, Maui's tattoo counterpart wriggled a bit, then scrambled over to a less cramped vantage point. While he was proud of Maui's newfound friend, the tattoo itself had... other interests.]
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[He wasn't sure if he was imagining the way that Maui's skin moved beneath him as the miniature nyoomed over to the unoccupied side of his chest, but it was still as amazing to watch him move now as it was the first time. He smiled and waved at the little guy.]
Surely there's nothing in the rules about moving some furniture, right? [He asked, with a curl of mischief.]
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Probably not. Can't save I've read them. [Too boring. Not to mention too confusing.]
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Me either, for...a couple reasons.
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He was in the minority. But at least he wasn't alone.]
Yeah, I guess I just never really caught on to it.
Let me guess, you were too busy earning all of these- [He almost flirtatiously traces the thick black lines that outline the stories on Maui's skin.] -to learn?
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Not quite, but uh -- We communicated outloud. Anything that needed to be remembered was either passed through stories spoken out loud, or pictures like mine.
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That's... Not too far different from the way it is back in my village. There's the occasional road sign, but unless you need to do business in a bigger town or city nobody has to know how to read or write.
The people in the big cities - Paris, Versailles, those places - they write everything down. But in a quiet village like Villeneuve? The only person who has to read is Pere Robert.