[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?
[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.
[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.
[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.]
[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.]
W1, Wednesday
I'm going to kill somebody.
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w1, sunday
...Rita. Are you all right?
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W2, Sunday
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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w3, sunday
Oh-- Rita. I suppose we get a break for a little while, now.
[weekends! are! hell!]
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w4, friday
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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w4, sunday
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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w5, saturday
... Lucretia.
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w6, monday
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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LATER THAT DAY
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w6, friday
Hey... more bad news today.
... You all right?
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w6, saturday
[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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w6, sunday
the vibes are still not great, but she's just doing her best to chill right now, honestly.]
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