Who will tell your story?

[solomonjihad]

[Sometimes after the trial, Astarte decides to burn her anger off in the kitchen. That's a good idea, right? Right?? This trial really opened her eyes. Monsters - real monsters - they could be in any form.

The voice would be enjoying the anger, if it had not been so suppressed beforehand. If the anger hadn't been real, righteous anger like Astarte feels.

At some point, the small of cooked pumpkin wafts through the air, and soon enough in the first floor lobby, there's a little paper at the merchandising booth.

CAKE AND COFFEE IN THE TEA ROOM.

Its not a crazy recipe - its just pumpkin bread. Where did Astarte get the pumpkin to make it? Who knows? In any case, at least one loaf is a little burnt on the bottom. There's also a large thermos of coffee on the table. Feel free to help yourselves.

Astarte, for her part, is sitting in the tea room, staring at the fire as she drinks her cup of coffee. Staring, and thinking. Ruminating.

There are more question than answers that have come up, after all.]

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[dechagny]

[It's...been a long month. They've all gotten to know each other very well. It's about time the titles were dropped.

Taking a small sip of coffee. Making a...face...what a weird taste that is, he's not used to it, but he takes another sip.]

...Should we, perhaps, suggest...locking our doors and staying in our rooms on Thursday nights?

[solomonjihad]

[Ah...too true.]

That is a good idea. I...don't know how many people will heed it, though. Javert did mention something similar, after all.

[Barricading people, you know...]

[dechagny]

If it is a trend that continues, I would not mind making things safer for all of us - not that I want to suspect anyone, either.

[solomonjihad]

Yeah.

[She looks up.]

And, there's that poison. If it wasn't Hook's...whose was it?

[dechagny]

He said he simply found it, and I believe we thought it might have been placed in the workshop...but, did he find it there?

[solomonjihad]

...I don't know. That's what I'm wondering, myself. And if so, who put it there.

[dechagny]

[...Honestly his first suspicion is the Balladeer, but...he wants them to get out of here as much as they do, and he always seemed to express regret and sadness at the outcomes. Raoul can't blame him.]

Perhaps...the stage hands who stock this place and set things up might have left it out on accident, or...on the management's behest.

[solomonjihad]

...That...so the management wanted someone to use it.

[Its wrong. And of course someone took advantage of it...]

[dechagny]

At this point, I put nothing past them, not even something so deplorable.