PC: Lucretia

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W1, Wednesday

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[hey lucretia, rita just popped in and out of Suite 2 and is now down in the Common Room, staring at the empty space where the couch once was.]

I'm going to kill somebody.

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-well, we do have more couches, that one is... less murder-worthy as a prank, in general. The rest, though...

[who the FUCK took the SEATS.]

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What would they even use them for? Where would you even put a whole couch!?

w1, sunday

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[she returns to the spring dorm eventually, lingering outside just for a bit-- but she pauses when she comes across rita, leaning against her staff.]

...Rita. Are you all right?

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[rita's sitting on the grass just around the side of the building. her head's bowed so that her bangs cover her eyes as she stares at her feet.]

I'm fine. It's not like I was even friends with that girl, so...

[her voice is pretty tense, though.]

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You don't have to have been close to her to be troubled by what happened.

[after a moment, lucretia takes a seat on the grass nearby, moving a little gingerly as she does.]

W2, Sunday

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[sup lucretia, we're at the dorm and rita just sits down somewhere near her and gets right into it.]

Rupert killed Bradley.

That means the one who killed the old man... [she hesitates.] I was wondering about that theory of yours. Do you still think it could've been ol' lizard-brain?

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...it might have been. He was the only one who seemed that likely, to me, but I don't think anyone is exactly going to admit to it.

[she shakes her head, there.]

I could have been completely off base, as well, but the voucher counts only got more confusing, so I honestly couldn't give you a guess as to whether I might have gotten it right yesterday.

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Yeah... I get that. I really didn't think the vouchers would end up being such a big deal. [and rita didn't bring hers, either...]

At least there's no real stakes in theorizing about it now. Honestly, it's harder to think straight when you know a miss could get someone killed.

w3, sunday

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[good morning rita... this can be before or after the in-dorm discussion, but she's in the common room with her notebook, going over it. she glances up when rita enters, though.]

Oh-- Rita. I suppose we get a break for a little while, now.

[weekends! are! hell!]

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A break... if you can even call it that. [she huffs. and let's say it's after!]

There's still a lot we still need to learn, and plenty of people to die while we're still trying to figure it all out.

w4, friday

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[what's up, rita. lucretia is here, vibing in the common room, her notebook open on her lap; she's flipping through it with her good hand, since her right arm's still in a sling for now. her left hand's bandaged, and so is her throat.

she's not really... seeming to read the notebook much, though? more like she's idly flipping through it, frowning down at it, and her emotions are unsettled. uncomfortable.

this is fine!]

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[rita enters and also takes a seat in a nearby chair with her own notebook... but even though she doesn't look at her for a while, she's giving off a general feeling of concern...

and eventually she does look up and say something.]

... Hey. Feeling any better now?

w4, sunday

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[during the sunday meeting in spring dorm, lucretia gets a text message!]

Don't follow up on the goose egg thing.

"Spread a false rumor to 5 people." Extra credit.

[rita's like, in the fucking room while she does this and sitting far enough away that hopefully no one will read her mood right now.]

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[can you feel how tired! she is! from over here! she is emanating it.]

Rita, you did remember you can mention them after you've done them, didn't you.

w5, saturday

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[rita walks into the art room, and her eyes widen in surprise to see her. she's looking a little more composed since the trial ended, but still pretty shaken overall.]

... Lucretia.

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Oh-- Rita.

[she's busy working on something-- it's a painting of a blue sky.]

w6, monday

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Did Hugo end up regressing at some point...?

I'm talking to the other dorms, and they're all saying it happened to them. With or without the hint.

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I don't know. He still has his name, and he knows Annie's-- Sagihara called him Hugo this morning and he answered to it. If the others have gone back to their aliases, then that might mean he really is still all right.

Do you two speak much-? I might be able to ask him a few things that would clear this up, if not.

w6, friday

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[sometime after the investigations, rita comes back to the dorm. she's on her feet, though she has a noticeable limp. she sees lucretia and pauses where she stands.]

Hey... more bad news today.

... You all right?

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...I will be.

[so-- no, not entirely, but she needs to be for now.]

Ichinose and I found him.

w6, saturday

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[back at the dorm, rita returns from the trial, sluggish and limping. her thoughts are a mixture of fear for Maya and Denji.]

[when she realizes Lucretia's nearby, she stops... and lets out a sigh.]

I... I kinda suspected. As soon as I saw her nails...

But... there's no way we could actually... [sacrifice her? never.]

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...I know.

[her posture slumps, at that.]

We couldn't, not her, but-- how in the world did it end up being him? Just the phone?

w6, sunday

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[lucretia is back at spring! she's sitting on one of the couches with silber in her lap, just kind of idly petting him while she vibes here.

the vibes are still not great, but she's just doing her best to chill right now, honestly.]

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[rita comes in... and sits on a chair across from her.]

[she just breathes a sigh of relief.]

...Just glad that we can finally be done with secrets.