Week 7: Thursday

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[It's not that early in the day before she comes back to their room, a bottle of what looks like gold ink in one hand and a very needy figurine in the other.

She looks tired, but that's hardly new.]

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[discardia]

Did you want to take a nap?

[ Hi, Rebecca. Cardia's blinking at that bottle of ink, but by now, the figurine is nothing new. Her own, a dashing gent in a top hat, is chilling on her shoulder. ]

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[She puts both the figurine and the bottle on a beside table and flops onto the bed.]

It's only been three and a half days since execution. I want a break. Who do I have to petition.

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Probably one of the Crafters. But I don't think they'd listen.

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They gave us that one week off, right? Week five?

[She turns so she can look at the figure that looks alarmingly like her boss to scowl at him for even existing.]

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They did, and I appreciate it, but... are there even going to be enough of us left to last another week?

[ five people died last week, what's another six?

Also be strong, Rebecca, even if your boss is a shit. ]

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There's... fifteen, right? Fifteen Narrators left?

If only the blotters are killing, and we only vote one person for execution, then that's thirteen people. If none of the villains die, then... that's no so bad. We just need to end with three in each category.

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That's the problem... I know I said what I did on Sunday, but I'm worried that there are going to be more kills than just the Blotters.

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You think so? I hope you and the Viziers can even things out if it comes to that.

I wonder if anybody wants to see Tiger's ending.

[discardia]

...

[ A-about that. ]

I... my ability changed, Rebecca. I can't protect anyone anymore.

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... The threads snapped at the beginning of the week, right? So... I guess that's not binding anymore.

Can I ask? What is it now?

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[ A nod. ]

I can turn people into mice. That happened around the same time as our partnerships ended.

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[ She giggles, she can't help herself. ]

A swan princess, puss in boots and mice. I didn't think we'd have this many animal shaped people in the castle.

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I'd take it over some of the other abilities, as helpful as it... isn't.

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It might be useful...

[Because hey, people can't kill very well when they're mice, right?]

Anyway. [She picks up the bottle of gold ink.] The person who gave me this... asked not to give it to the Crafters. Maybe we can make our own black ink.