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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[wannagetsmote]

Hunt me down? No, no one's that stupid. [At least, not of their remaining bunch. In fact, he wanted to believe he was on good enough terms with them that they wouldn't try. But that didn't mean that everyone got along with everyone else.]

But what about Namine? She gets up for a snack one night and boom, someone grabs her and tries to hurt her. If I'm not up, she gets killed and we're lost without her.

But if I am? Maybe I can scare whoever's hurting her off. [Maui crossed his arms over his chest. He started to say more, but Lefou's statement struck him silent.

Love was... a strange concept to the demi-god. He was used to adoration, sure, but love? His parents hadn't even been able to do that. Under better circumstances, it might have made him feel good, feel happy, but right here and now?

Maui shook his head.]

I don't want your love if it's going to get you killed, Lefou.

[toogoodforhim]

[Quite honestly he could have screamed right then. Maui didn't have to do this alone, but he was being too bull-headed to see that. Even if he wanted to take his patrol by himself, there were plenty of people who were capable, they could trade off or take shifts. Or have a buddy. Mike and Ford would be happy to help them, he was sure, if they asked.

But it was like screaming at a rock wall, wasn't it? And before he could argue that Namine knew better, or that anyone who wanted to hurt her would have to go through the whole mansion to do it, Maui shook his head and Lefou felt his heart drop like a stone.]

...Well, you have it. Whether you want it or not. [He looked away, down at the floor.] Please, Maui. Trust me. Let me help you.

[wannagetsmote]

I don't need your help.

[Wasn't this how it all started? He had spurned Moana, pushed her concerns and her goals far away from him, all because it was too much? Was history doomed to repeat itself? Or was Maui the great and powerful simply incapable of accepting that there were those who saw something good in him.

He didn't know. He didn't know and he didn't want to think about it either. When he spoke again, his words were careful. Much as he didn't want Lefou hurt, and as hard as it was to see the man so downtrodden, it had to be done.]

Go back to our room. I'll be back later.

[toogoodforhim]

[Our room. A week before, that had sounded so sweet, hadn't it? But now the thought of going back to that giant bed by himself put a sour taste in his mouth.

He sucked in a breath and held it, still not meeting Maui's gaze.]

Fine.

[With that he marched past him down the stairs and to the wing with the bedrooms.]