WEEK 8

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Two months. Two months of being trapped in this mansion. Two months of heartbreak and despair. Two months of wondering if you are all going to die here.

You finally have a real ray of hope thanks to Mr. Walt, but even he claims that it will be a hard journey ahead. You all have to be strong, physically, emotionally, any kind of strength will work against what you're up against. Maybe take the next few days to rest before the long journey, or prepare for the dangers that await, the choice is yours, but...

Will you be able to escape?

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[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford can't hide, doesn't even try to, the pain that crosses his face when Mike talks about Fiddleford. But it passes as quickly as he can make it, because he can sense that what Mike is trying to say is important, and it turns out that's a correct assumption.

He's quiet for a long moment, nodding thoughtfully down at his own hands.]

I understand. And—well, I only did what I could. I managed not to get murdered. But I did mean what I said, Mike. I'll likely never be a father, but all you kids, you and Naminé and Lefou and Anna and Elsa, and Julia and Wendy—you all make me wish I could be one.

[aboyandhiscar]

Aw, dude. [Mike pushes himself off the wall, moseying over to cautiously place hand on Ford's shoulder.]

You practically are one to the folks out there, man. And even then it's not too late. We're gonna get him back, you know? [He shakes his head.]

But I didn't come here to give you a "Pops of the Year" award--though trust me, if I had a mug laying around, I'd have brought it with me to give you a laugh. Maybe get Namine to scribble something on it, heh! No, I'm saying you gotta give yourself more credit, man. Week after week, there you were at the front, dude! And then this weekend, even with all that pain, you kept trucking on. And that resolve right there? That's what makes me want to keep pushing you guys on, too.

You are seriously one of the toughest dudes out there--probably in the galaxy at this point. Remember, you took down a weird triangle demon, apparently! So c'mon. If anyone's gonna defy space, time, AND death to get what he wants?

Well! I think I'm talking to him right now.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford shakes his head, a ghost of his old smile playing around his lips for just a moment, and he pats the hand on his shoulder gingerly. Wow, they both have ginormous hands. Look at them go.]

It's not exactly feasible for the two of us to have a kid. And even then...I'm old, and he's already a father. But you kids...you all feel like the real thing, even after just two months. So really, I want to thank you. For giving me something I didn't know I'd been missing.

[He bows his head again, slowly shaking his head.]

Thank you, Mike. I hate to say it, but...I think I need to hear that, if I'm going to get through this. If we're going to get everyone back. I need all the confidence I can get.

[aboyandhiscar]

[accurate depiction of these two hands gesturing.]

Hey man, no shame in it. We all go to a dark place some times.

You've given us a piece of something we thought we'd never have, too, yeah? We'll all be there, we've all got your back. If you're willing to lead, you better bet your butt we're ready to follow.

[sixfingeredstan]

[God there they are.

Ford huffs a soft sigh, and seems to steel himself with a deep breath.]

I'm not a hero, Mike, as much as I might have thought so in the past. But I'll try to be the best leader I can be. I don't want to let any of you down, not after we've all been through so much.

[aboyandhiscar]

Oh, c'mon, dude. [He sways on the heel of his boots, counting off--]

You've saved folks in multiverses, used your brains for good, are generally a (relatively) good role model--! I think you qualify as a hero, heh. A modest one, even!

Buuuut I get you. No matter what happens though, you're not letting anyone down.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford scoffs, but he looks a little pleased despite his general melancholy.]

Well—if you say so. I'm trying my damnedest. We're not going to lose another person. We're just not.

[He's quickly reaching Fiddleford McGucket levels of stubborn, blind determination here.]