[ for about five seconds, he is so relieved that they're all still here. then he notices the two of them looking at their phones and takes his out as well, checking the alert with a frown. ]
Are you fucking kidding me?!
[ glancing around them to make sure waner really isn't there with them... shite, those pictures of her from last night are still pulled up on his phone when he minimises the death notice, even. ]
[ this would be so funny, britt is so sus at all times.
he shuts off his phone and tucks it away. ]
Do attackers just find their targets at random? Or I wonder if there’s somethin’ drawin’ them to them. Can’t see why anyone’d crawl out here just to attack someone when I bet you anythin’ there were like ten people out in the open in the gardens.
[ frowns... he thinks for a moment before saying anything else. ]
...Think she might've been the one plannin' to do somethin'? And all the notes, those were part of the plan? Make it seem like she were tryin' to help us all avoid suspicion, and also have a handy record for herself of exactly what she looked like when we saw her so she could make sure nothin' was off when it came time for trial?
[ feels bad throwing suspicion on someone who might've just been murdered in cold blood, but. ]
...I mean, she don't seem like the type, but neither did Firefly.
Well… it’s that, or she figured she was in danger ‘cause she were awake, and chose to get movin’.
[ that’s understandable, at least. ]
I wouldn’t wanna stick around and make myself a sittin’ duck for whoever could be after me. ‘Course, yeah, she coulda been plannin’ somethin’. Most of the people who’ve killed someone didn’t seem the type, right? But— ‘til we figure it all out, s’all just us shootin’ the shite.
Well, the other two were affected by whatever's out there, Firefly was still herself. If Waner was plannin' anything ahead of time, I'd think she'd more likely be in the latter category.
[ and then if she left, it probably wouldn't have been out of concern. ]
...But yeah, not tryin' to slander the dead, and we won't know nothin' 'til tomorrow.
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[ also looking at his phone ]
Shite.
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Are you fucking kidding me?!
[ glancing around them to make sure waner really isn't there with them... shite, those pictures of her from last night are still pulled up on his phone when he minimises the death notice, even. ]
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...
... I am relieved that you're both unharmed. [ or at least, not newly harmed, in basilio's case. ]
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It seems her caution was warranted...
... I wonder what became of her notes.
[ smashcut to finding waner clutching an extremely detailed description of fidelio's hair in her cold dead fingers ]
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he shuts off his phone and tucks it away. ]
Do attackers just find their targets at random? Or I wonder if there’s somethin’ drawin’ them to them. Can’t see why anyone’d crawl out here just to attack someone when I bet you anythin’ there were like ten people out in the open in the gardens.
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[ frowns... he thinks for a moment before saying anything else. ]
...Think she might've been the one plannin' to do somethin'? And all the notes, those were part of the plan? Make it seem like she were tryin' to help us all avoid suspicion, and also have a handy record for herself of exactly what she looked like when we saw her so she could make sure nothin' was off when it came time for trial?
[ feels bad throwing suspicion on someone who might've just been murdered in cold blood, but. ]
...I mean, she don't seem like the type, but neither did Firefly.
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[ that’s understandable, at least. ]
I wouldn’t wanna stick around and make myself a sittin’ duck for whoever could be after me. ‘Course, yeah, she coulda been plannin’ somethin’. Most of the people who’ve killed someone didn’t seem the type, right? But— ‘til we figure it all out, s’all just us shootin’ the shite.
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[ and then if she left, it probably wouldn't have been out of concern. ]
...But yeah, not tryin' to slander the dead, and we won't know nothin' 'til tomorrow.
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... If nothing else, we do have the evidence she left with us. [ a nod at fidelio's phone. ] It may help us find the truth.
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Yeah. We know she started here, and it sounds like she ended up in the meadow. Start an' end. Gives us somethin' to work with.