After being MIA last night, Sanji is in the cabin! Sitting at the table.
... With a whole ass plate of food he's slowly but surely working through, though his expression is pinched with thunder clouds. On occasion he'll offer Nami a little nibble, but oof. He does not look to be in a good mood.]
[He barges back into the cabin at one point or another, and upon seeing Sanji with his whole-ass plate of food, he furrows his eyebrows together as he closes the door behind him.]
[Also nnnngh why is everyone making him feel bad for his terrible decisions!!]
It was a spur of the moment thing! I needed to see what the hell would happen if I stayed out past curfew -- in case the rules of this shitty place are different from the castle.
Curfew began at 9pm and ended at 9am. Didn't matter where you were -- you'd be knocked out unless you were gonna be killed, were the killer, or were meddling around with your powers.
[And while he'll roll back around to asking what the curfew rules for the other places were, might as well address the knives]
I mean, I shoved them into my shirt so if any bastard came into the kitchen, the obvious weapons would be out of sight.
[Oh sure, he could've. Put them in the cabinet. Or under the fridge. But that would make Sanji intelligent]
The one who took off her scrunchie on the bus? [Hm.] You have the stupid pack they gave us on the bus. It's not the best, but it's still better than your shirt.
I'm not! I'm not. [But he's watching Sanji flop and he's taking a seat where he was previously sitting.] But now that we know what kind of game we're playing...don't you think we have to be a little smarter about things?
[Percy's 16, but it's spoken like someone who sure has seen a lot of murder.]
Listen, if you're gonna try and chastise me into behaving, save your breath. I have reasons why I do the shit that I do.
[And in turn, Sanji's voice hardens slightly, not unlike a war veteran]
... Not saying you're wrong, though. We got a better sense of the stakes -- and it's about what we expected, eh? More weeks of murder, maybe a place to house the souls of the dead, and finding out whose pulling the strings.
And I do, too. [They're on the same page that way, at least, and he frowns a little harder in Sanji's direction.]
That's the way it's always gone, right? It's how our game worked but we never really got to face the people who were running the show. Maybe this time it'll be different.
But either way people are going to have to die. That's the part I'm not okay with. [Is anyone?] We have to find a faster solution, but...I don't know where to look.
First things first is talk to the counselors. They're the ones who know more than us, so they stand the greatest odds of helping us out -- so long as we ask the right questions.
That's not a bad strategy, but I suggest you go talk to one of them sooner or later. They know we're gonna need to pick their brains to figure out what the fuck is going on here.
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W0 || MURDER DAY
After being MIA last night, Sanji is in the cabin! Sitting at the table.
... With a whole ass plate of food he's slowly but surely working through, though his expression is pinched with thunder clouds. On occasion he'll offer Nami a little nibble, but oof. He does not look to be in a good mood.]
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Man, where were you last night?
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[There's no point in lying, Sanji has already decided.
That said:]
If you see me walking weird, don't worry about it. I pulled a dumbass stunt and it came back to bite me.
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[Also nnnngh why is everyone making him feel bad for his terrible decisions!!]
It was a spur of the moment thing! I needed to see what the hell would happen if I stayed out past curfew -- in case the rules of this shitty place are different from the castle.
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[...] And you know saying "it was a bunch of knives" is really not reassuring, right?
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[And while he'll roll back around to asking what the curfew rules for the other places were, might as well address the knives]
I mean, I shoved them into my shirt so if any bastard came into the kitchen, the obvious weapons would be out of sight.
[Oh sure, he could've. Put them in the cabinet. Or under the fridge. But that would make Sanji intelligent]
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[...Sanji?] You could've put them anywhere else but you chose your shirt. Are you serious?
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Oi, I don't wanna hear it!
[HE KNOWS IT WAS STUPID, OKAY--]
I thought someone was gonna try and pull some shit on me, so I wanted the knives within arm's reach! Just in case!
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[STILL GRUMPING ALONG]
And no... the lady with a number as a name was with me...
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He
picks up a pillow
And throws it at Percy]
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That's a really weird way of saying I'm right.
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[Giving a dramatic ass flop back onto the bed. No, he does not care that it's gonna aggravate the cuts. Let him live]
Whatever -- it's not like a few cuts is gonna slow me down. I've had worse.
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[Percy's 16, but it's spoken like someone who sure has seen a lot of murder.]
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[And in turn, Sanji's voice hardens slightly, not unlike a war veteran]
... Not saying you're wrong, though. We got a better sense of the stakes -- and it's about what we expected, eh? More weeks of murder, maybe a place to house the souls of the dead, and finding out whose pulling the strings.
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That's the way it's always gone, right? It's how our game worked but we never really got to face the people who were running the show. Maybe this time it'll be different.
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[Heaving a loud sigh]
So I don't know how shit's gonna go down here. It could be something we're familiar with; it could a different sort of disaster.
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You?
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... Even more than ever, given what's happened.
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