WEEK 7

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You've all been here for well over a month and it's getting harder and harder to keep spirits up. There has been small hope thanks to a mysterious person talking to you through your dreams. A small hope that maybe you'll be able to escape and get your friends back, but you'll have to escape first.

There are no new floors to explore, the outside area remains the same as it's always been. Might as well get comfy here.

11 guests remain.]

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[toogoodforhim]

[It's the second week in a row when Ford seeks him out, only this time he finds him in the conservatory, with the cookbook that he got carefully sounding out each word under his breath. His focus is so single-minded that when Ford leans in conspiratorially it's right into his ear and he jumps.]

You scared the hell out of me, Ford.

[But nonetheless he's grinning to see the older man.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford straightens up, seeing Lefou jump like that, and holds up both hands.]

Just me! Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you.

[He nods toward the cookbook.]

Little bit of light reading?

[toogoodforhim]

I'm...working on it.

[Then, sheepishly.] Nene- Namine's teaching me.

[sixfingeredstan]

Is she? [Ford looks absolutely delighted. He's so proud of his girl.]

That's wonderful. Maui's been taking to his reading lessons very well, too. I'm sure you'll be catching up to him in no time at all.

[toogoodforhim]

We've talked about it. There's books and writing in my time, but one thing we have in common is that stories, songs, recipes, all of those are passed from person to person.

[He sighs, almost dreamily, and closes the cookbook, propping his elbows on it.]

How can I not believe everything he says, when his whole body is a tapestry that's written in a way even I can read?

[sixfingeredstan]

Things certainly have changed in my day. Not that we still don't pass things on orally, mind you, but there are also myriad ways to share information beyond that.

[He gives Lefou a fond sort of look. It warms his dusty old heart to see someone who's so clearly in love, and at such a young age...he's glad that not everyone has had to wait fifty years to find that.]

He's a good man. And I think the two of you make a good match. [He clears his throat.] Speaking of which...

[He reaches into the inner pocket of his coat and pulls out a glass jar. Lefou might be able to read the label on the side, which reads "COCONUT OIL". Ford hands it over to him.]

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou takes what's handed to him, brows furrowing at the label.]

Co...co...nut. Oil?

[He looks up at Ford.]

Um... What does this have to do with...

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford chuckles, rubbing at the back of his neck.]

Well, for lack of anything better to use around the house, I thought it'd be good for you to have on hand. You and Maui both. I don't know how close you've both gotten, but when the time comes...well, it's important to keep things running smoothly. If you catch my drift.

[toogoodforhim]

[Did you just hear a whooshing sound

because that flew right over the poor boy's head.

He cocks his head in confusion.]

What... "things?"

[sixfingeredstan]

Ah.

[Shit. He'd been trying to be subtle, but it seems that isn't going to work in this situation. Ford lets out a sigh.]

Ah—intimate things. In intimate situations. It makes it a whole lot nicer for both parties if you don't have as much...friction.

[toogoodforhim]

[Slowly, a blush begins to burn its way from Lefou's cheeks to his ears and down his neck.

...I mean, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it.]

Why wouldn't- you know, um. Spit just work?

[Just a couple of bottoms talking about totally platonic handies right]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford feels like his eyes might be popping out of his head just a little bit. He stares at Lefou speechlessly for a moment.]

Dear god, no. That's a good way to tear something. Spit evaporates far too quickly, and then you're left with a whole lot of pain, my boy.

[toogoodforhim]

[]

...Oh. Oh, God, no.

Maui would never- He's always so careful, he doesn't want to hurt me. I wouldn't ask that of him, I've. Learned that lesson.

[And anyway, he's HUGE.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford's brow turns from shock to dismay. Oh, no. Oh, this poor, poor boy.]

Lefou. It's not...supposed to hurt. It's supposed to feel good for everyone involved.

[toogoodforhim]

[?????????????????]

[sixfingeredstan]

[THIS IS SO SAD?]

Whoever made you think that it was normal for that to hurt was gravely mistaken, my boy.

[toogoodforhim]

[You know exactly who.]

It...wasn't the worst. But I didn't get anything out of it other than not being able to ride my horse the next day.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Gaston is lucky he's dead, or Ford would give him a damn sound pummeling.]

'Wasn't the worst' isn't exactly a glowing commendation. Done properly, it might be a tad uncomfortable, yes, but it really shouldn't leave you unable to sit your horse. Good God.

[toogoodforhim]

[Yeah, well, they didn't have the term "two pump chump" in the 1700s, but...]

In all fairness, my horse is a kind of a jerk.

[He turns the jar over in his hands, looking at it with trepidation.]

[sixfingeredstan]

Jerk or no, it's the honest truth.

[He gives Lefou's shoulder a little pat.]

I'm not saying you have to use it. Just...if you do end up trying it again, keep it in mind, okay? I say this as someone who's done this countless times in my day. You can trust me on this matter.

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou taps the jar against his palm a couple times like he's using the sound to convince himself, and then smiles up at Ford.]

Thank you, for thinking of us.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford chuckles, looking a little more at ease now that he knows he hasn't completely botched this.]

Someone's got to look out for you kids.

[Yes, he's calling Maui a kid, even though he is literally ancient. It's fine.]

[toogoodforhim]

[Softly, but with a hesitant amount of feeling:]

You know, I wish I'd had someone like you to look up to when I was younger.

[Maybe he wouldn't have ended up following Gaston nearly to the point of no return.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Well, if that doesn't just melt Ford's heart, nothing will.

Lefou's shoulder gets a squeeze, and then his hand drops.]

Well, the good news is, you're still very young. You've got a whole life ahead of you.

[toogoodforhim]

We've survived this long, right?