No - uh. [......... she pulls out her phone? or like, what's left of her phone. it's really barely holding on here, it's a jumble of wires and plastic.] I kind of lost my temper. Sorry. I didn't see any of it.
So we don't know why he was just face down in a moat?
[He says this without any real bite to it, just griping for the sake of it. He gets it. It was stressful.]
Right. Hiyori Tomoe was found dead. They sent a fairly twisted message about it. It was a failed report card for his LIFE 101: Not Dying course. The same as all the other fucking jokes on our profiles.
it wasn't someone she knew at all, so she's not - upset, really, but it absolutely puts her paranoia front and center. she sort of wrestles with herself for a second, expression a journey of angry and frustrated and a touch horrified, and then - she settles into something tense.
she shoves her phone back in her pocket, and then takes them both by the sleeve again. no going anywhere.]
... Okay. Alright, so we were fucking right about something being off, then. [her voice goes lower, rougher.] And it probably wasn't an accident or a fluke, with a fucking message like that.
[Yeah that about covers it. Just raising his eyebrows and clicking his tongue, agreeing as much as a facial expression alone can, before he crosses his arms and leans against the wall behind him. Letting it all sink in for a second there.]
None of the Dorm Heads have said anything? You'd think there'd be some official statement or something.
[and as for her hands, she nods.] -- Fine, yeah. I got overzealous with the locked door. I figured if I kept punching it it'd give eventually, but it didn't. Chair didn't do it either. Or my phone.
. . . That Luxanna is pretty impressive, isn't she? It could have been pandemonium for us too, but she had everyone in our dorm sitting calmly and playing board games.
[Whether or not Beau is hitting that is irrelevant to his opinion here.]
Of course. [she mutters, annoyed. she squints at molly's forehead. buddy.]
... That is pretty impressive, yeah. She's got a way with words. [bold of you to assume beau has any game whatsoever] Me, Rupert, Adora, Kaine and Dimitri spent most of the hour trying to get out. We also heard glass shattering and a yell above us?
Ja. We heard a shout and some sort of thump, like something hitting the floor. And Byleth, in Summer, heard a yell.
[Bad stuff.]
There are a lot of young people in Fall, so once it became obvious we were locked in, just trying not to cause a panic. But it wasn't good. A little bit of panic anyway.
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[huh.]
No - uh. [......... she pulls out her phone? or like, what's left of her phone. it's really barely holding on here, it's a jumble of wires and plastic.] I kind of lost my temper. Sorry. I didn't see any of it.
So we don't know why he was just face down in a moat?
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[Nothing embarrassing happened at all! But anyway just. Looking at this destroyed ass phone. Beauregard.]
Erm.
If you did that to it, did you see the message about the guy being ...[Throat-slitting motion.]
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[He says this without any real bite to it, just griping for the sake of it. He gets it. It was stressful.]
Right. Hiyori Tomoe was found dead. They sent a fairly twisted message about it. It was a failed report card for his LIFE 101: Not Dying course. The same as all the other fucking jokes on our profiles.
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long pause.]
... What? [someone is dead?] -- Stop, you're fucking with me. That's not funny.
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[He cuts himself off from the sarcastic remark, because. Not the time. So at least he's learning a little to not be such an asshole. Wow.]
No, it's real. Hence all the messages to you.
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it wasn't someone she knew at all, so she's not - upset, really, but it absolutely puts her paranoia front and center. she sort of wrestles with herself for a second, expression a journey of angry and frustrated and a touch horrified, and then - she settles into something tense.
she shoves her phone back in her pocket, and then takes them both by the sleeve again. no going anywhere.]
... Okay. Alright, so we were fucking right about something being off, then. [her voice goes lower, rougher.] And it probably wasn't an accident or a fluke, with a fucking message like that.
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. . . Your hands alright?
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[He's wanted to blow up at someone for a while now, but he doesn't have any better sense now who that ought to be at.]
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[and as for her hands, she nods.] -- Fine, yeah. I got overzealous with the locked door. I figured if I kept punching it it'd give eventually, but it didn't. Chair didn't do it either. Or my phone.
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[As for the hands ... He gestures at his forehead.]
Table. Bounced back.
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[Whether or not Beau is hitting that is irrelevant to his opinion here.]
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... That is pretty impressive, yeah. She's got a way with words. [bold of you to assume beau has any game whatsoever] Me, Rupert, Adora, Kaine and Dimitri spent most of the hour trying to get out. We also heard glass shattering and a yell above us?
Who threw the table?
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[He reaches up to touch it at this point, but he doesn't flinch hard or anything.]
Ah, Claude.
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[Bad stuff.]
There are a lot of young people in Fall, so once it became obvious we were locked in, just trying not to cause a panic. But it wasn't good. A little bit of panic anyway.
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... You guys think it was the Dorm Heads trying to get in or out?
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[stop bullying claude]
Maybe they all smashed their phones in a panic as well ... ?
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[Rude.]
. . . It would seem likely to be related to them, though. Unless it was someone breaking and entering?