Is This Where You Wanna Be? Crawling On Your Hands and Knees?

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[In a perfect world, Maya would have been able to isolate herself for the rest of the evening. It's not like her to wallow in her feelings, but it's also not like her to be trapped away in a murder school or part of an execution so... not like she has much choice there. Besides, between the influence of Janis, and the sight of her remaining dormmates, it's clear that Maya simply can't... let things go.

It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.

It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.

Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.

Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]

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[brokeforgood]

[Even without her blood on it, Farrah recognizes it. Riley’s parents are wealthy enough to have extremely recognizable knives, and this one she’s seen up close and personally before.

The entire box clatters to the ground, knives spilling across the floor. And Farrah screams]

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[And startled as Maya is by the scream, her knife drops too.]

Farrah? Farrah, what's wrong?

[brokeforgood]

Why! [She shrieks the word when she can find air again.]

Why do you have that——-

[mayavericks]

Farrah -- This is the knife you asked for. We just --

[Something clicks. Her eyes go wide.]

There is no end to the cruelty of this place, is there.

[Maya quickly bends over, setting the knife at the bottom of the box, and then quickly begins to pile the other weapons on top. Maybe her fingers get cut in the process but it's fine. She doesn't want Farrah to see any more than she has to.] </small.

[brokeforgood]

Why. Why is it—- Why? [Farrah shakes her head, and once Maya starts piling knives back into the box, Farrah joins her, also picking up knives, though much more carefully. She’s still awfully timid around them, for a girl with a literal box of knives. ]

Like. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with that guy?

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Farrah-san. [Since she's calming down, she can get back to formality.] It's okay.

[Maya pauses in her own effort to nudge Farrah's hands out of the way.]

Let me take care of this, okay?