WEEK 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Another week has come and gone, and three more people are dead. Nearly half of the guests are dead in a little over a month. The ghosts are still not reacting, and with Demyx's execution one has to wonder if the ghosts are even here anymore.

In the very least one more floor has been opened up: the trophy room, a shooting gallery, and a bathing room.

... Maybe keep Kiara out of the trophy room.

14 guests remain.]

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[defyingfrigidity]

It's... been a while since I have.

[A year. It's not a very long time compared to how she lived during her isolation, but it's been long enough that she'd been getting used to the felling of not being paranoid. And she misses it now.]

It's different, though. When I was still in Arendelle, all of that paranoia was just... for myself. Not everything around me.

[It was always worry about what she had to do, how she had to act, how her control over her powers was. She fretted more about every aspect of herself than anything else around her, and she missed out on so much because of it...]

[chainbroke]

I've felt... scared, terrified even, and horribly lonely, but not paranoid.

[ And it's new, and it frightens her more than she could ever describe. Sometimes she thinks about going to Lefou's room, but she doesn't want to impose. And sometimes she considers going to Ford, but again... he and Lefou, they both have someone special.

A Light in the Darkness. ]

For... yourself? [ A gentle question, but she quickly adds, ] I... you don't have to explain anything.

[defyingfrigidity]

[She just shakes her head. There's really no point in hiding it now, is there? She hasn't been able to hide it since their first day here...]

You've seen it, haven't you? My powers... they're not always easy to control. It was worse when I was growing up. I always had to be careful, always had to keep myself in check...

[And it never worked.]

[chainbroke]

I have.

[ It's... hard not to. Naminé just hadn't wanted to say anything beforehand. It seemed pretty rude to... ]

... I'm sorry, Elsa. Being frightened, paranoid--like you said, for yourself--I... can't imagine.

[ It's one thing to have little control over your powers... but Naminé can't say that. She'd used them knowingly, and it wasn't as if she'd been unable to control them. ]

How... did you manage?