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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Comments

[sixfingeredstan]

Oh, it was nothing. I went on a bender almost immediately after. One of the best parts of that thirty years, easily.

[It's fine. He reaches up and moves Lefou's fingers to feel the raised ridge of scar tissue that bisects his scalp like an equator.]

[toogoodforhim]

[That... is sick, what the fuck.]

You went on a what now?

[sixfingeredstan]

A bender. It's what you might call a night of drunken debauchery.

[He straightens up, looking like his mood has completely bounced back, because it has. Good job, Lefou, you did it.]

[toogoodforhim]

I mean well honestly when you put it like that if I survived having an armor plate put in my head I'd probably be ready to go out and have a good time too.

[But it's hard to focus on that when Ford is smiling like his whole mood is lifted.]

I'm glad your mood's recovered.

[sixfingeredstan]

That was precisely it.

[He chuckles, shrugs his broad shoulders.]

What can I say? You're good at lifting my spirits.

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou preens a little at that, grinning proudly.]

Well, if I'm going to have one skill I'm glad it's one I can put to good use.

[sixfingeredstan]

Definitely more than one. But especially this, yes.

[With a soft grunt, Ford pushes himself up from the chest and stretches.]

I had better go. I still have to talk to Mike.

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou stands up too, reaches out and squeezes Ford's arm.]

If you need to talk again, I'm here for you. Share the weight, remember?

[sixfingeredstan]

Yeah. [Ford glances down at the hand on his arm and chuckles.] Yes, I'll try and remember.

[He pauses at the door to look back at Lefou.]

See you around.