Night 3 - Knightley

[murimurimuri]

[Simon has been back in their room for awhile now. He's lying on his stomach on the floor, a half-eaten sandwich next to him, and a ton of paper strewn around him. He's carefully and meticulously practicing someone else's handwriting.]

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[staunton]

[ A few minutes before curfew, Knightley shows up with starbucks a chicken sandwich. He doesn't say anything immediately and instead watches Simon write for a little while. ]

Whose handwriting are you practising?

[murimurimuri]

Yomiel's. He wrote me a note clearing me. It's not a large sample, and I don't have many capital letters, but I think I've got the gist of it. If he left behind some writings in his room, I can incorporate that in later. But if not, I just need to keep it consistent.

[staunton]

You should forge a note for me. [ #priorities ]

[murimurimuri]

That'll be easy. There aren't a lot of words that start with "K," so there probably won't be anything to check it against.

What do you want it for, though?

[staunton]

Well, it doesn't hurt to have something prepared in case someone decides it's a good idea to accuse me of being a Commie.

[murimurimuri]

Or if you wanted to try and connect with someone privately. But I think it'll be easier to form a strategy once we've seen who doesn't make it through tonight.

[staunton]

Do you think they're gonna target Tohsaka tonight? Yomiel's a threat, but that girl knows who's a Communist and who isn't.

[murimurimuri]

Assuming she's telling the truth about her role, it's possible. She's massively overconfident, so if they're smart they'll play up to her arrogance and then off her tonight.

[staunton]

Her arrogance's obnoxious. [ Pot, kettle. ] Yomiel's our most valuable piece; the longer we can keep him alive, the better.

[murimurimuri]

I did everything I could for him. I don't know how much it increased his chances, but it was worth trying.

[Shrugs helplessly.]

[staunton]

After that blunder of an opening move they made by converting Tohsaka on the first night, I think his chances are pretty good.

...If I had to compare this to chess, I'd say they started with the Barnes Opening; no matter how you slice it, it's a move that weakens the white king's defense without doing anything useful.

[murimurimuri]

Let's hope you're right! Starting tomorrow he wants to get everybody organized. I think that's the right thing to do even if he doesn't make it, but if he's gone then we kinda lose our leader, y'know?

[staunton]

...We've still got me. I can take over the job if he kicks it.

[murimurimuri]

Are you sure you'd want to do something like that? We're talking a super dangerous role here!

[staunton]

If I don't do it, then who will?

[murimurimuri]

Oh. I suppose you're right... just be careful, okay?

[staunton]

Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.

[ (Who am I kidding? I'll probably be gone before the endgame.... so you'll be on your own.) ]

[murimurimuri]

Ack, I'm starting to cramp up...

[He shakes his wrist and puts his pen down, then flops onto his mattress.]

We'll figure it out tomorrow, okay?

[staunton]

...Yeah.

[ ... ]

I wonder why we were chosen for this damn game.

[murimurimuri]

...I can't figure it out. No matter how I look at it, the distribution seems completely arbitrary.

[staunton]

Is there anything we all have in common?

[murimurimuri]

Not as far as I can tell.

(Unless we're all criminals and murderers. But even that doesn't seem likely.)

[staunton]

...Maybe it's better if I don't think about it too much. We can figure out the "why" when we win this game and leave.

[murimurimuri]

[Darkly:]

...Yeah.