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.]

Comments

[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.