I talked to a kid this morning named Dipper, and he said he was part of one of the groups that was brought here. He was one of the twins in these notes.
[ and she shows peach the patient files - a copy of said files, written in crayon - about the twins, which basically just said "Twins. Even get sick together. Fascinating." and "Recommended a few tricks even after they coughed up blood. Worth looking into. Also recommended nurses instead." ]
The notes were written in blue ink on their files.
[...she's going to read these copies that are written in crayon for some reason and hum to herself.]
People still get sick in this house, Miss Beau. Weather changes, allergies...eating something bad since this was apparently before my employment. [Hm. She seems to be lingering on that note.] ...interesting though.
They - Peach, they got so sick they died. And Dipper said he was killed, he said shit would happen to them in dreams and they'd wake up with the wounds. He said it was a demon who did it, he thinks.
Wait which is it, they got so sick that they died, or they were killed? [There's. There's a discrepancy here. She'll get back to this weird dream demon thing in a second.]
I'm not a fucking demon, so I don't know how it works. Maybe that's all it could do. Maybe it infected them with something that took a while to take effect. I don't know.
I asked what I could, but either way - there's the fucking ghost of a kid running around this mansion and I'm sick to shit of seeing dead kids and not doing anything about it!
Why do you think I agreed to meet with you today, Beau? [Oh. Where did Miss go. Oh well!] It's still an infirmary, people have gotten sick and hurt here because of human nature but I don't think that's how demons work.
[ oh, see, that's bad. not because it's scary, but because beau can only encourage this sort of shit. who let beau in here. beau just shouts like, around hunter. ]
I sure fucking don't! Because we're being thrown around back and forth, having to vote to kill each other, and you're the one who keeps telling me to talk to people and every time I do, I just get more questions! And all the while fucking Master Blue is safe and sound wherever the fuck --
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[Dipper doesn't sound like a girl's nickname but she does not want to presume.]
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I talked to a kid this morning named Dipper, and he said he was part of one of the groups that was brought here. He was one of the twins in these notes.
[ and she shows peach the patient files - a copy of said files, written in crayon - about the twins, which basically just said "Twins. Even get sick together. Fascinating." and "Recommended a few tricks even after they coughed up blood. Worth looking into. Also recommended nurses instead." ]
The notes were written in blue ink on their files.
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People still get sick in this house, Miss Beau. Weather changes, allergies...eating something bad since this was apparently before my employment. [Hm. She seems to be lingering on that note.] ...interesting though.
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Wait which is it, they got so sick that they died, or they were killed? [There's. There's a discrepancy here. She'll get back to this weird dream demon thing in a second.]
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Those aren't like, mutually exclusive. Someone can make you get sick and die. Like poison.
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I asked what I could, but either way - there's the fucking ghost of a kid running around this mansion and I'm sick to shit of seeing dead kids and not doing anything about it!
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You don't fucking know how demons work any more than I do. [ beau argues. ] Why did you agree to meet with us? It's not like your boss wants you to.
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[You know how cats get really hissy and bristling when they're offended? Yeah.]
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[does he need to give you the kicked puppy look!! he will!!]
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I sure fucking don't! Because we're being thrown around back and forth, having to vote to kill each other, and you're the one who keeps telling me to talk to people and every time I do, I just get more questions! And all the while fucking Master Blue is safe and sound wherever the fuck --
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... Beau.
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You're making a lot of assumptions about things that really just aren't true. [DEMONS, BEAU.] Look do you want to go to the morgue or not?
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