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?

8 guests remain]

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Comments

[toogoodforhim]

[She finds him in between his grief-wracked mistakes of listening to Maui's song over and over again, but he's - like Mike suggested - trying to learn it. For Maui.

It's wrong for a song so upbeat to put him so close to tears.

He stops when Julia comes near, looking from her to the papers she's holding.]

...I don't.

[But he takes them nonetheless when they're held out to him. Somehow it's easier to read his native language. But it's hard to read through the tears that well in his eyes.]

Julia...

[amadeusrockette]

. . . I can teach it to you, if you'd like. [She only has the banjo, but she mostly wrote it on the banjo so she can play it relatively easily.] For when we see them again.

[toogoodforhim]

[He smiles, but wetly, and manages a slightly choked-off chuckle as he wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.]

I'd love that. Thank you.

[amadeusrockette]

I also, um. Know the song on his profile. [She knows them all, now. It was just for fun at first, just something to do, but at this point it's almost more like a duty.] If you don't want to keep pressing the button over and over.

[toogoodforhim]

[He seems startled by the fact that he's being called out like this, looking back at Maui's portrait (I know it's a lot, the hair, the bod).]

That's... I want to learn that one by myself. [The recording is one of the last things he has to remember him by - as he was, not as a charred, smoking corpse in the floor - and it's more than he's ever had to remember a loss by. His own father had lived on only in his mother's stories; his mother he always held close to his heart, but even her face, her voice had been lost to him over the last sixteen years.]

But once we're out of here, I may need some accompaniment when I practice it.

[amadeusrockette]

I'll definitely bring Wander's banjo. [She'd probably have made someone take it if she had stayed behind. Music is important!!] Music . . . is important, in times of darkness. That's what I think, anyway.

[toogoodforhim]

Sometimes it's one of the most important thing we can have.

[Seriously how have you not caught him dancing yet.]

Can you... Sing a little of this [he gestures gently with the music sheets] for me?

[amadeusrockette]

Oh. Of course!

[She's not really a singer, much less an acapella one, and her voice isn't really warmed up but she does sing the first stanza. It's obvious her strengths lie in the sort of music you play on a piano - imagine something that sounds like Vaness Carlton should be singing it. That's basically what I'm trying to say.]

[toogoodforhim]

[He closes his eyes to listen, smiling sadly.]

You have a gift for music, Julia.

Thank you again, for writing this. I can't wait to learn it.