[mood... his own is a little tired, a little resigned, but it's muted. none of it is really fresh; this is the way things go, is more the vibe. he's accustomed to this sort of ending.
he grabs a beer from the bar, then finds a seat, settling in.]
Well, guess we found out how long the relative peace was gonna last.
[he. doesn't have much faith whatever caused this is getting fixed.]
... To me, it seemed like he was convinced that he chose to kill Dahut, but could not logic through the steps that brought him to that ending. As if he was possessed.
[she takes a drink.]
But he's dead now. And so we can't ask. Unless you've got a magical way to connect with the dead.
That's the read I got on him-- 'somethin' that can make logic break down in the most straightforward people', he said. Sounds more like influence than outright possession, but whatever happened, we can't... there wasn't any warning. We were all sharin' what was in our heads and nobody noticed all Friday, either.
[he exhales a breath, taking a sip from his own beer. a little ripple of frustration runs through his emotions.]
If we had a way to talk to dead people it wouldn't work anyway, right?
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he grabs a beer from the bar, then finds a seat, settling in.]
Well, guess we found out how long the relative peace was gonna last.
[he. doesn't have much faith whatever caused this is getting fixed.]
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A week is a record. [she says dryly.] I doubt you think it ends at this.
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[things went badly for him on pretty much the first day, last time? but he had higher hopes...]
The way things have been goin'? No way it ends here. Whatever it is, if they're not in control, they can't stop it.
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Do you plan to do anything about it?
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[they didn't realize anything was up until it happened, so there's probably no warning...]
I'm not bad at taking care of business. Figuring out how to do it... not, ah, not my wheelhouse here.
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[she thinks about that.]
I can collect information. I'm good at it. But there isn't any. We barely caught Scien. We still don't know what made him act. Dead end.
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[so that's. potentially unhelpful.]
I've seen similar stuff happen, but I kinda doubt the usual answers to that are gonna work.
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[she takes a drink.]
But he's dead now. And so we can't ask. Unless you've got a magical way to connect with the dead.
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[he exhales a breath, taking a sip from his own beer. a little ripple of frustration runs through his emotions.]
If we had a way to talk to dead people it wouldn't work anyway, right?
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[a blip of frustration herself. not that she knows magic like that but she's mad that her skills are all locked up.]
... More of those effects are coming, by the way, according to the senior crew.
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[thoughtshare's getting its last efforts in, clearly, because she gets 'just don't let it be worse than this one. ah, wait, i'm gonna jinx it again-'
`aaa`.]