[UMP45 rings the bell in the kitchen and it's only a hot second later that a kitty-cat chef darts into the room from the dining room. The bell around her neck jingles lightly with her movements, but upon seeing who's summoned her she brightens.]
[Peach will never be able to sneak up on anyone, it's tragic. At the question though she perks up even more somehow before there's an enthused nod.]
Of course! Anything you'd like, though if you'd like me to make it for you I'd be happy to oblige. [She's used to being the only chef but she's getting the feeling some of these guests like being hands on.] What did you have in mind?
zia what if her back was already to the wall/one of the bookcases. ]
Yes, though I didn't really need anything from you other than to talk. I overheard a couple of your conversations with the others a few days ago, of course, but that's not really talking, is it?
[On this fine backdated day, 45 rings the bell and Peach enters the conservatory! She stops in the doorway upon seeing 45 and she bows a bit in greeting.]
Well, maybe it might be callous of me to say, but I'm a soldier. And depending on what you already know about me-
[ task force 404 does not get the nice and neat, clean jobs. that's the reason they're outsourced to them in the first place, after all, off the books. ]
... Well. I'm fine, for now. What about you, though?
[ how many times have the sisters seen this happen. ]
We really only know what you tell us about yourselves and what's available on the plaques. But...I suppose that's understandable. [She's just going to shrug a little though.]
After some time...it sounds equally callous to say you get used to it. But sometimes you do. I think we're alright for now though.
The Master hosts events quite frequently, yes. And the plaques are designed based on what the Master finds most relevant, and anything else that comes up. It's important to know who's in the house, don't you think?
Ah, I don't want to bother you just to ask for something, but... The detective seems rather insistent that I do. So.
[ raises her unwrapped limbs, chipped away fake skin and exterior in places to expose the underlying circuits and wiring beneath. ]
I don't suppose you have anything to take care of this? I can perform maintenance on myself decently enough if we had the proper facilities for it, but...
Mmm. Well, my components are made of a proprietary alloy, but I think...
[ zia why am i googling 'how to build a robot' ]
I might be able to make do with some steel, aluminum, acetal resin or some other kind of similar plastics... A bit of silicone maybe, for the skin. It'd be a little patchwork, though, especially since we don't have much in the way of proper equipment here.
I believe I may be able to get you all of those items in the quantity necessary to fix you, miss. [ she tilts her head ] Would you mind waiting while I go fetch them, or would you rather I bring them to your room later today?
[ 45 waves a lazy hello from her position by the planchette. There's a little golden vial peeking out of her pocket. ]
I did. Business first this time, I'm afraid.
[ a vague gesture, like what can you do. anyway, she fishes out the little golden vial and presents it for examination. ]
I found this in my quarters last week. The note makes it clear someone else received it for- apparently- voting correctly, but there was no mention of what it should do included.
[There's a shrug because she expected as much, but when she looks at the vial she blinks in surprise.]
...oh. [She's frowning slightly.] Well...to make it easy, the person who consumes this vial will be granted the luck of a correct vote. So...you could drink it and know that your vote will change to someone who's actually guilty, essentially.
I just wonder at how he came to that decision. I don't believe I particularly engender trust from others, not from such limited contact. Even if he was open to things...
[ Why did the airhead philosopher give her this, don't you have friends, Subete. Did you think that she would make sure retribution was enacted? ]
I do wonder if it's because of what you did for Hunter. It definitely said a lot about you. But we really will never know unless we were to ask him ourselves.
The host. It doesn't quite work the same as an antidote, which would mean the host has to die first, but...they could still be brought back and given a second chance after that while removing the monster from them.
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W0, WEDNESDAY
Good morning, miss! How may I help you today?
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Oh. I told someone else, but it's not often that I get the chance to utilize a facility like this...
Want to help me make some desserts?
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Of course! Anything you'd like, though if you'd like me to make it for you I'd be happy to oblige. [She's used to being the only chef but she's getting the feeling some of these guests like being hands on.] What did you have in mind?
w0; wednesday
You rang for me, miss?
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zia what if her back was already to the wall/one of the bookcases. ]
Yes, though I didn't really need anything from you other than to talk. I overheard a couple of your conversations with the others a few days ago, of course, but that's not really talking, is it?
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No, I suppose it is not, miss. What was it you wished to talk about?
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I wasn't aware that preparations for a dinner could take so long. Were we too early?
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Yes. I suppose it sure does seem to be the case.
W1, SUNDAY
Good afternoon, miss. You rang for me?
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I did. I don't need you to do anything for me, though, so please-
[ she waves a hand around the room vaguely. ]
Make yourself comfortable however you like.
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How are you? After everything that's happened...it seems appropriate to ask.
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Well, maybe it might be callous of me to say, but I'm a soldier. And depending on what you already know about me-
[ task force 404 does not get the nice and neat, clean jobs. that's the reason they're outsourced to them in the first place, after all, off the books. ]
... Well. I'm fine, for now. What about you, though?
[ how many times have the sisters seen this happen. ]
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After some time...it sounds equally callous to say you get used to it. But sometimes you do. I think we're alright for now though.
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Who makes the plaques, in that case? Master Blue?
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w2; wednesday
Hello, miss. How may I help you?
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[ raises her unwrapped limbs, chipped away fake skin and exterior in places to expose the underlying circuits and wiring beneath. ]
I don't suppose you have anything to take care of this? I can perform maintenance on myself decently enough if we had the proper facilities for it, but...
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[ zia why am i googling 'how to build a robot' ]
I might be able to make do with some steel, aluminum, acetal resin or some other kind of similar plastics... A bit of silicone maybe, for the skin. It'd be a little patchwork, though, especially since we don't have much in the way of proper equipment here.
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I believe I may be able to get you all of those items in the quantity necessary to fix you, miss. [ she tilts her head ] Would you mind waiting while I go fetch them, or would you rather I bring them to your room later today?
[ either way she'd have it before trial, ]
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You enjoy music, then?
W4, THURSDAY
Good morning, miss. You rang?
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I did. Business first this time, I'm afraid.
[ a vague gesture, like what can you do. anyway, she fishes out the little golden vial and presents it for examination. ]
I found this in my quarters last week. The note makes it clear someone else received it for- apparently- voting correctly, but there was no mention of what it should do included.
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...oh. [She's frowning slightly.] Well...to make it easy, the person who consumes this vial will be granted the luck of a correct vote. So...you could drink it and know that your vote will change to someone who's actually guilty, essentially.
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[ hm. ]
Even so, why someone else would give that up ... I wonder.
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[She hums.] I think you already know the answer to that, too. If you think about it and when you found it.
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[ bandaging up toi? conducting a seance? ]
... Harry? Unless the victim...
[ the only real reason for someone to not have a use for this is if they couldn't use it anymore. so. ]
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Sometimes...people have enough foresight to leave things behind when they know something bad's about to happen.
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...I thought he had other acquaintances here. Giving it to me seems quite the leap of faith, no matter what his previous experience with dolls was.
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Does it bother you?
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I just wonder at how he came to that decision. I don't believe I particularly engender trust from others, not from such limited contact. Even if he was open to things...
[ Why did the airhead philosopher give her this, don't you have friends, Subete. Did you think that she would make sure retribution was enacted? ]
... Another question, if you will?
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[But she shrugs.] Ask me anything you'd like.
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... The feathers.
[ Her fingers drum out a brief rhythm across the board. ]
If a monster were to be carrying them somehow at the time of their execution, would the second chance be granted to the host, or the monster?
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The host. It doesn't quite work the same as an antidote, which would mean the host has to die first, but...they could still be brought back and given a second chance after that while removing the monster from them.
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[ hindsight is 20/20 in murder mansion. ]
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