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letsplayamurder2025-08-19 11:05 pm
murchada) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-08-19 11:05 pm
week 7 meeting
[welcome back to Quark’s! the doors are open. the sign is still on the wall next to the door, with a glaring new addition. a few of the tables and couches have been pushed together and bento boxes made for everyone (Riful’s is mystery meat. don’t worry about it.)
Quark and Cerejeira are both here, of course. as with the last meeting, there's paper and pens for notes. gotta get our records (ha) straight, right? although Cerejeira is dressed a little different today.
once everyone is gathered and sat down, she claps her hands... then looks a bit embarrassed about it.]
Okay, uh... [she clears her throat.] Let's get started.
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★ trial/mystery voice ☆ motive ★ the lift/new info ☆ chatter ★
Quark and Cerejeira are both here, of course. as with the last meeting, there's paper and pens for notes. gotta get our records (ha) straight, right? although Cerejeira is dressed a little different today.
once everyone is gathered and sat down, she claps her hands... then looks a bit embarrassed about it.]
Okay, uh... [she clears her throat.] Let's get started.
★ trial/mystery voice ☆ motive ★ the lift/new info ☆ chatter ★
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[ but okay: ]
Your convictions are your own, and that's part of what makes you so likeable, but mine are mine. Strong or weak, steady or unreliable, beloved or despised... any allies available, I'll take without reservation.
Nobody else needs to agree with that. I don't expect most people to, in fact. But that's how it is.
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But then there's something in his shoulders that relaxes, just slightly, as he settles back in his chair, taking a sip of his drink.]
How you pick and choose your allies is your business. And you're right, my convictions are my own, and they're probably not gonna change. I don't need anyone to agree with that either.
[He's still got that simmering anger for everything that Astarion didn't do; for all that the three of them did together. The choices they made and the lies that they told, whether through omission or blatant, and the betrayal of trust that's the result. Whether their plan had succeeded or not, it was always going to feel like a knife in the back. Typhon is one thing; he expects it from him. This was a quarter he didn't expect it from, made all the worse because part of him thinks he really should have. Unfortunately for Astarion, he's the only one of the three of them here, so he gets the brunt of it.
Nevertheless, how other people choose to feel about it or deal with it is their business, and he means that. If they feel they can trust Astarion again after that, so be it. It's their funeral. (This is what he tells himself. It may or may not be true.) In Riful's case, it's not about any of those things that, for him, make his stomach turn or feed into the banked coals of his anger. Everyone is simply an ally no matter what, and there's a simple straightforwardness about it that he appreciates.]
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How about this? You provide the meat, and I'll provide the drinks.
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[ god she's just gonna put an entire eggplant on a skewer or something ]
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In this specific moment, she clasps her hands together, pleased. ]
That's perfectly agreeable to me.
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