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week 6

WEEK 6

[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.]

[ SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY ]

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Well, you know the saying. One man's trash is another man's treasure and rare parts collection. [Or something like that. He tosses the truck up and down.]

Yeah, just think it's funny the first thing here that even remotely resembles a car is just a little toy. Kind of a slap in the face, yeah?

A-ha, I knew it was some kind of cart. ...Where does the horse go?

Where does the what go? [???? He at least knows what horses are, but why would they be attached to a car???] Wait, dude, I'm not talking about some wagon. Cars and trucks! You know, vroom vroom?

Uh, carts and... what?

[????]

This! [He holds up the toy] A truck, you know? Cars, vans, pickups, none of that is ringing a bell?

[wait

....

shit

Mike's eyes widen at the sudden realization]

Dude. You. . .you don't have cars back home?

We have...Carriages? And horses?

[nope nope NOPE]

No, dude, I mean--cars! Stuff that uses an engine? Pretty much moves on their own and you steer it? Like--[He makes a steering motion as if everything should be perfectly clear???]

[...Shrug?]

But it's like a carriage without horses. Right?

Well yeah, sort of? But a carriage isn't gonna get you down the highway, man! Is that seriously all you guys drive?

Well, sure, when we don't just skip the carriage entirely and ride horses.

What's a... high way?

Okay, riding horses I get, that's legit! But I mean--sometimes you gotta move fast you know?

And--dude. It's a high way. Like...uh. A road, except high up, I guess? And they all twist together.

[Sometimes??? horses run????? to go fast?]

Huh, I've never heard of such a thing.

[not fast enough!!]

Okay. Okay--dude. I want you to close your eyes and imagine something--something like this toy okay? With the wheels and all.

Got it in your head? Now, imagine that moving. All on its own, no horses, no one pushing from behind. There's an engine in it--like a heart, or it's very own soul! And it's roaring to life! And you just sit back and relax and speed away all cozy inside. Only thing you have to do is tell it where it goes.

Can you imagine that?

[He closes his eyes with a skeptical look, but tilts his chin up to show that his eyes are really closed.

The concept of an engine eludes him, but he imagines it's similar to the "motorcycle" that Ford explained to him. The concept of a ride being cozy is more foreign to him even than that.]

I think so?

Yeah? The wind blowing through your hair, going so fast no one can ever stop you--it's like you're flying free! [Saying that now, it's hitting him again just how long he's been cooped up. This isn't right they should be moving THEY SHOULD BE MOVING RIGHT NOW.]

--hey, dude, I've got idea. I know how you can really get a feel for it. Take a seat!

[By which I mean Mike is dragging over one of the lounge chairs]

[Just when he was starting to imagine what it was like (Villeneuve was on a hill, any carriage that left it had to roll precariously downhill at some point of every route from the village), Mike had an idea and Lefou's eyes snap open.]

What are you going to do?

I'm gonna give you a ride, dude. [when did he take that toy apart??] Now just need a little ice, and we're all set. And you? You just get comfy.

[He sat down carefully, like the whole thing was going to come alive or dump him in the floor.]

You sure this is safe?

I mean, yeah! I'm not gonna push you up the stairs or anything.

[S A F E. Mike seems to have figured out to attach toy wheels to the legs of the chair. They will not last but at the moment it is working, somehow.]

[This is probably going to end in disaster but you know what in an animated incarnation he was basically a slapstick punchline so he can take this.

He's soft, he can take a hit.

He pops his feet up.]

Alright, do your worst then.

If you insist--!

[Now that's what he wants to hear!!

He darts off to the kitchen first, grabbing as much ice as is available. It's already starting to melt, but that's fine, he's just leaving a trail of it around the mansion, leading back to Lefou. Just a little something to help with the traction.

After that, he gets behind the chair, and pushes. Slowly, but surely, Lefou begins to roll forward, and at first, it's nothing impressive. But Mike keeps going, picking up momentum--through the lounge, study, foyer--and hey, he's picking up quite a bit of speed. So much in fact, the chair starts to get away from Mike. But that just means it's working.

OFF YOU GO, LEFOU!!!]

Lean to steer, man! Lean to steer!

[He can see how something like this might be fun, honestly. The more speed picks up (and the more the impromptu wheels rattle precariously on the chair legs), the more he feels the air rushing past his face and a thrill that's nothing like the usual rush of adrenaline he gets when Buddy goes above his usual slow trot (which is usually a prelude to Lefou getting thrown to the ground). He can't help but laugh at the sensation of it. It's like dancing. It's like flying.

And then suddenly somehow he can tell that Mike's let go of the chair, and the rattling of the wheels is getting more intense and that wall is getting pretty fucking close.

The laughter turns into a shrill, high-pitched scream, hands gripping the sides of the chair in an iron hold. He hears the warning and jerks his body to the left, too hard, and the chair banks onto two legs and rolls.

He's dead now.]

[A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED!!1 --wait no.

Oops!! Mike runs over, nearly tripping on the remaining water and ice as he goes. But he's grinning, even while hoping Lefou didn't like, break anything on him.]

Dude, that was great for a first try! Lots of people crash their rides the first go, no biggie. You okay down there?

[Lefou groans and raises a hand to hold his head, even as he struggles to roll over so that he can sit up.]

I think... next time I'll choose a ride that's a little more sturdy.

[Mike offers a hand to pull him up. On your feet, bro.]

Heh, if it makes you feel any better, cars usually are. Way more walls around you. And airbags!

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