The town is quiet, eerily so. All animals, all chatter, all gusts of wind have come to a complete stop this morning. A tumbleweed passes by through the center of town and the rocking chair on the Sheriff's porch sways but remains silent. Everything is muted and as the door of the hotel opens, the only sensation that rings utterly true today is this:
One of your own is gone.
And now, as the rules state, it is your job to discover their fate.
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[Firmly, and with distaste:] Spectators, I'm sure. It's all a game to them.
[A sick fetish for power, a game... Okabe's sick of it. He's been laying low all week, keeping an eye and an ear out but never quite putting his own neck in danger. He's not willing to die just yet, not when he's still got a shot at figuring this all out.]
[Haha, just kidding. No, he doesn't.]
[Anyway, he turns to Papika and shrugs.] Maybe another day.
It's gross, but we might have to play the long game: careful, small moves, and then we strike. [It gets riskier and riskier, but they'll reveal more and more of their hand, surely, he thinks.]
You know, I'm thinking we should have a meeting, and all collect what we've learned. Maybe weekly, but not the day of... [Murder. Trial. Something like that.] It's our only chance to make sure we don't have to do this another day.
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[A sick fetish for power, a game... Okabe's sick of it. He's been laying low all week, keeping an eye and an ear out but never quite putting his own neck in danger. He's not willing to die just yet, not when he's still got a shot at figuring this all out.]
[Haha, just kidding. No, he doesn't.]
[Anyway, he turns to Papika and shrugs.] Maybe another day.
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I hope that we don't have to keep doing this another day. It's... gross!
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You know, I'm thinking we should have a meeting, and all collect what we've learned. Maybe weekly, but not the day of... [Murder. Trial. Something like that.] It's our only chance to make sure we don't have to do this another day.
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[ not too soon after the execution, but before the trial. ]
I think it'd be good if we all talked too.
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[shit, but the sheriff] Okay, maybe not then. Soon, though. If we don't act...
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