[ Hickey's in the salon stocking up on tobacco when he spots Shiv heading into the banquet hall, likely for some post-trial breakfast. It... sure is the crack of dawn, but what better time to bother her for a conversation. ]
Well done back there. I wouldn't have thought to check for the scent of soap.
[After that trial, Shiv figures she could use some sustenance. It's been a blur of insanity since they found Tiamat's body, after all.
She's not quite miffed that someone decides to talk to her as she heads in that direction, but she doesn't quite have the energy to tell someone to fuck off. Doesn't hurt that he opens with a compliment.]
Well, the quiet kid floated around the idea, and we weren't getting anywhere by suggesting stripping. Someone had to bite the other creepy bullet. Lucky the laundry soap's distinct enough that I didn't have to start snorting fabric.
No, the taller one with the emo haircut who looks like he'll have a breakdown if you shake his hand too hard. Yoru or something?
["Kid" doesn't quite describe a twenty-one-year old, but who's keeping score?
She slows her pace slightly to continue the conversation.]
Does it? I guess there was nothing to stop him from shanking me the moment I caught his ass, but I'm used to facing off with unstable people. I worked in politics.
[ Hickey chuckles. Ah, Yoru. "Kid" does feel accurate. ]
Politics?
[ That surprises him (for old timey historical sexism reasons, rip), but she does seem to have the personality for it. ]
I've a feeling we'll need that strength again if this cycle is meant to continue. It's damn lucky we caught the man this time... None of us seem experts on murder investigations.
Yep. As a strategist. I'm not crazy enough to run for anything. Which yeah, spoilers for the entire women's suffrage movement if you manage to land your boat and live to the twentieth century. What year is it over there?
[Time travel might as well happen if fucking magic exists. Sure.]
Well, if the self-proclaimed amnesiac did it without any real reason to kill someone, it's probably gonna spiral into a shit show now that we know what to expect. I'd be making a list of who's easiest to frame already if I was fucked up enough to want someone dead.
[ The twentieth century. She'd said something like that during the carnival, as well—but he supposes he's not too surprised. Culturally, they seem quite different.
As for what year it was... He has to think for a moment. ]
1848, miss. June.
[ ... ]
It does seem odd to have no motivation. If Ish expects us to kill each other, he ought to give us a reason. Your amnesiac had nothing to gain.
Damn. While ago. [Shiv's face wrinkles slightly in interest.] It's 2020 where I'm from. Might as well be another dimension even without all the other shit. Even if we're still the only folks who don't get cool magic or giant robots or whatever.
Well, no reason to hide what this is for now, so I expect Ish to up the ante a little bit. Add a cash prize or take away all the nice soaps and running water.
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spotsalone) wrote2025-03-15 10:04 pm
w1; banquet hall; post-trial saturday
Well done back there. I wouldn't have thought to check for the scent of soap.
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She's not quite miffed that someone decides to talk to her as she heads in that direction, but she doesn't quite have the energy to tell someone to fuck off. Doesn't hurt that he opens with a compliment.]
Well, the quiet kid floated around the idea, and we weren't getting anywhere by suggesting stripping. Someone had to bite the other creepy bullet. Lucky the laundry soap's distinct enough that I didn't have to start snorting fabric.
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[ Noted, though. He'll follow her to the banquet hall if she's still beelining for food. ]
Still, it was you that found the culprit. Pressed him on it. That takes a certain amount of courage, wouldn't you say?
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["Kid" doesn't quite describe a twenty-one-year old, but who's keeping score?
She slows her pace slightly to continue the conversation.]
Does it? I guess there was nothing to stop him from shanking me the moment I caught his ass, but I'm used to facing off with unstable people. I worked in politics.
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Politics?
[ That surprises him (for old timey historical sexism reasons, rip), but she does seem to have the personality for it. ]
I've a feeling we'll need that strength again if this cycle is meant to continue. It's damn lucky we caught the man this time... None of us seem experts on murder investigations.
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[Time travel might as well happen if fucking magic exists. Sure.]
Well, if the self-proclaimed amnesiac did it without any real reason to kill someone, it's probably gonna spiral into a shit show now that we know what to expect. I'd be making a list of who's easiest to frame already if I was fucked up enough to want someone dead.
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As for what year it was... He has to think for a moment. ]
1848, miss. June.
[ ... ]
It does seem odd to have no motivation. If Ish expects us to kill each other, he ought to give us a reason. Your amnesiac had nothing to gain.
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Well, no reason to hide what this is for now, so I expect Ish to up the ante a little bit. Add a cash prize or take away all the nice soaps and running water.
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Another dimension... I imagine it's as difficult for you to imagine my world as it is for me to imagine yours.
[ Even if she knows the history, it's different when it's you're living in it. ]
A proper motivation will make it easier for us to catch future killers, perhaps. We ought to pay attention to each other's values.