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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Comments

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford blinks in surprise.]

I'm–I'm not, really.

[Is he secretly pleased, though? Absolutely.]

[toogoodforhim]

Well, you're mine, anyway.

If...that's alright with you?

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford's expression goes soft and fond, and he nods.]

That's just fine by me.

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou's own expression is sweet and earnest.]

Then I can think of no captain I'd be a happier batman for.

[Ford are you a big enough history nerd to know what a batman is]

[sixfingeredstan]

[No, that definitely has different implications for someone who discovered he was gay in the mid-60s. He squints, visions of Adam West dancing in his head.]

...Batman?

[toogoodforhim]

Um-

[He blinks.]

It's- a soldier who's job it is to assist his unit's officer. Carry his kit, relay messages, take care of his horse and weapons...

[sixfingeredstan]

Ah. The word means...something entirely different in my time.

[He laughs, and gives Lefou a wink.]

But I'm honored. Really.

[toogoodforhim]

[...What did the future do to the word batman

Lefou reaches up to squeeze Ford's shoulder in solidarity. What would they have done without this man?]

Remember, no pressure, right? [With a wink of his own.]

[sixfingeredstan]

Heh. No pressure. Of course.

[Ford takes a deep breath, nods his head, and then turns.]

Enjoy your cookbook. I'll see you around.