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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[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa had spent some of the morning packing as well. She didn't have much - the journal pages, two halves of an odd heart-shaped pendant, a hat, one of those odd stones, and her Anna doll - so it doesn't take long for her to finish up shoving most of those things in a small bag she crafted herself. There was one more thing, but... god. As much as she wanted to, there was no way she could take Anna's dress with her. It tore her up, leaving something of her sister's behind, but if they had to make a quick escape it would only slow her down.

When she's done with that, she wanders out of her room, but pauses when she notices the door to 116 open, and she peeks inside. Ah...]

Didier? Do you need any help with that?

[toogoodforhim]

[Packing two people's things should be harder than one, but Maui had had very little (other than the oar, which was unquestionably coming with) and Lefou had only amassed things because of his lackluster attempts to get rid of them. He has the things he's still deciding on set into three clusters - things that were undeniably junk, things that someone else might be able to use, and things that had unquestionable value. The last category consists mostly of a conspicuously large sack that's spilling gold coins on the floor, and a small regal tiara.

He starts and turns to face Elsa with a sheepish smile.]

I wouldn't say no to a second opinion. I'm going to turn, um, this- [From the clothes pile he tugs at the suit jacket clearly meant for Maui.] into a kit bag if I need to. Otherwise I may just make a couple extra pockets out of the other one if I only need to take a few small things.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa listens as he speaks, and she's about to respond, but when he motions to the other items cluttered about, her eyes lock onto the tiara on top of the coins, and a look of surprise crosses her face.]

Oh, that's...! [She motions over to the tiara.] That was mine!

[toogoodforhim]

[Honestly he hadn't given much thought to the tiara. Finding its owner had been... fairly low priority, and then even lower priority, but he'd been considering bringing it with because... Well, it had to belong to someone, right?]

It- it was?

[He'd never bothered to read anyone's profiles. Somehow, eight weeks later, he's... completely missed any and all reference to her title. She's just Elsa.

He picks it up and holds it out to her.] Here- I'm glad you found it.