Audience: Sheila Hammond

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... Personally indulging, right? Not the people aligned with you indulging?

[why is this place punishing the npcs for being thots]

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Personally, I'd imagine.

[... flatly:] Some of us tend to warm a lot of beds. Among other things.

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I know. I remember how the fuck alarms came up.

[she will not name envy, but she is thinking envy.]

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[STARES INTO THE MIDDLE DISTANCE]

I don't want to think about the fuck alarm. [sheila please look at the prides left, his life is suffering]

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[THERE, THERE...]

So let's not! Any other theories? Ones that don't involve fucking.

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Theories on what? The changes, or... [he doesn't mind talking, he just doesn't know exactly what to talk about.]

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The changes. You implied you had more than one theory... Though, if you have any opinions on the bullshit we saw today, I'll also take it.

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[shrug.] The other is that we're being drained, but that seems significantly less likely.

[anyway] About Childe not dying? [he gives her a look.] You won't like my answer.

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Supposedly, we're all capri suns for this place. So... maybe not?

[Why aren't the rest of them literally horny, then...? Anyway, she sighs.]

I haven't liked a lot of the answers I've heard today. Why not one more?

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We're not supposed to be. [he says, annoyed. and then:] Childe is doing what he thinks is necessary. I'm not about to fault him for it.

[also not a theory, but pride has terrible taste in dudes]

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[pride has terrible taste in dudes. sheila just stares.]

Well, I can fault for him being an asshole. Seriously, a toaster?

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Well. The plan could've been less stupid. [:\]

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You think?

[Stupid is not what she would call it.]

Come on, Childe. She was already paralyzed! There were at least six points in that plan where he could have slit her throat.

[Have! Ethical! Murder! Standards!]

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It's what I would have done, yes.

[pride is a fan of simple murder.]

I imagine he was trying to not get caught.

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And yet, with poetic irony, overcomplicating it is what got him caught.

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[... in a slightly judgmental tone:] Are all of you really going to just break his legs and hold him prisoner somewhere?

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... For the record, I did not agree to break his legs. That's just inhumane.

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[he folds his arms.]

You should just kill him. Not that I have any say about what the group of you do. Unfortunately.

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... We've been talking about it. [This is now after group chat, ig.] I want to make sure Lust is covered first. But if someone did it, would they have to wait until Thursday?

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No, you don't have to, I imagine. There are pros and cons to it not happening on Thursdays.

For instance, everybody is awake. I'd call that a con.

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Does that mean there would be a trial anyway? Tell me about the other cons. I think informed decisions are sexy.

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It's likely.

Everybody would be awake. Not as easy to get away with things. Witnesses, all that. Might invite other people to kill you, as well.

It's a mess. I wouldn't suggest it. [but that's mostly because pride really prefers to slit throats and run, so.

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[She nods, sighing.]

Fair enough. If there's going to be a trial anyway, I guess we might as well wait... [Bummer.] Though, since we're already on the subject— what do you think would happen if no one voted?

[She knows it's super unlikely but, eh.]

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I said it's likely, not that it's a guarantee. [:T]

Don't know. Can't execute anybody if nobody is voted for, I suppose.

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Yes, though this place has proven that it has a non-consensual snuff fetish. So, it just wouldn't surprised me if it was more likely than not.

[A small shrug. It made the executions worse than the avatars intended, probably. Why wouldn't it hijack the trials, too?]

... I wish we could get our shit together long enough to coordinate that. Then we would have the rest of the weekend to deal with our other 99 problems.