[morning is perhaps a little early for alcohol, but someone is double-dead, so you know what, all bets are off. which isn't to say waner is getting plastered, because she isn't; rather, she's seated at a table with her phone open to the death announcement, a notebook in which she's scribbling notes in front of her, and a small glass of rice wine off to the side.
there's a lipstick stain on the rim, and it seems there's just a bit of the liquid missing; she's only taken a sip or two. but her brows are pinched, and after a moment, she takes another sip before scribbling something else down.
she doesn't seem to notice anyone approaching, but she also seems to be focusing pretty hard.]
wis'adel leans down to try to see what's in the notebook, but she is not a fast reader, so it's extremely possible to shut it before she sees anything.]
once it's over and they leave the church, waner just heads straight for the garden in the park instead. who cares if it's late? she needs some fresh air. and maybe a walk among the flowers will help her get her head on straight again.
she nods when she hears the footsteps of someone approaching, though. hello.]
[waner, who makes a habit of walking in the garden, notices the change in the apple tree fairly early on in the morning.
so, of course, she walks into the garden to take a closer look. she approaches the tree, her eyes on the fruit, and then pauses - her eyes going wide as that intuitive understanding of what these fruits are and what picking one would mean floods her.
she's left standing there for a few long moments before she hears footsteps, and she whirls toward them, her expression strained.]
...I suppose it depends. [she glances at the apples.] If it is something they can pick immediately after doing it... they could do so even before another trial. But it is not as though they would have a chance to see the effects until the end of all this, right...?
To be able to tell us at the end, they would have to... not get caught. And I imagine it is much easier to get away with if you don't tell a single soul.
And then there is another dilemma - what if you tell someone, who swears they will keep your secret, but then someone they have stronger ties to comes under suspicion? Would they keep your secret at their other friend's expense? [she shrugs.] ...it seems a large risk to take for very little payoff.
...I'm just trying to consider what others may do. Perhaps I will be wrong. Perhaps if someone does kill someone in pursuit of one of these apples, they will be overcome with guilt and confess on the spot.
[sup! wis'adel is just chilling after the party; she hadn't gotten drunk, she never does, but she's at least slightly tipsy by this point, just enjoying a comfortable enough buzz while she vibes.]
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week 0, friday
there's a lipstick stain on the rim, and it seems there's just a bit of the liquid missing; she's only taken a sip or two. but her brows are pinched, and after a moment, she takes another sip before scribbling something else down.
she doesn't seem to notice anyone approaching, but she also seems to be focusing pretty hard.]
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wis'adel leans down to try to see what's in the notebook, but she is not a fast reader, so it's extremely possible to shut it before she sees anything.]
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wis'adel will see a few lines - ]
- Motive???
- Who didn't get along with Charlie?
- Why did Remiel seem as confused in that message as the rest of us?
- If they don't
[ - before waner raelizes she's there, and she turns her head toward her, one arm moving to cover the pages.]
Can I help you?
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[she's sliding right into a seat. hello.]
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[lol lmao]
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week 0, saturday
once it's over and they leave the church, waner just heads straight for the garden in the park instead. who cares if it's late? she needs some fresh air. and maybe a walk among the flowers will help her get her head on straight again.
she nods when she hears the footsteps of someone approaching, though. hello.]
week 1, monday
so, of course, she walks into the garden to take a closer look. she approaches the tree, her eyes on the fruit, and then pauses - her eyes going wide as that intuitive understanding of what these fruits are and what picking one would mean floods her.
she's left standing there for a few long moments before she hears footsteps, and she whirls toward them, her expression strained.]
What is this?
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[she looks up at the tree, and. oh! oh, okay!]
-what the fuck?
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...if there was any way to ensure we have a repeat of last weekend...
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You think it's some kind of test?
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To be able to tell us at the end, they would have to... not get caught. And I imagine it is much easier to get away with if you don't tell a single soul.
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[she shrugs, tail flicking.]
I'd bet you there are people who wouldn't rat a buddy of theirs out.
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...I'm just trying to consider what others may do. Perhaps I will be wrong. Perhaps if someone does kill someone in pursuit of one of these apples, they will be overcome with guilt and confess on the spot.
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[that's not the POINT wis'adel]
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w6 post party
So, how's the welcome back been?
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waner is also a little buzzed. she smiles.]
It's been fine. About what I expected, to be honest.
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[her smile doesn't drop.]
...do you feel ready? For whatever might come at the end of all this?