[Or they're picking them off one by one. The lack of a view is just as creepy as the barred doors.]
All right. So they're trying something out. [Just breathe. Think.] Look, as far as places to get shut in go, at least we got food, we got water, we got plenty of space. If we're here for a while we're not getting run down right off the bat.
... I'm not sure. Someone else might come in, and get caught in it. Hmm. ] But some kind of alarm could be good since we don't know how long we'll be here.
[She is pulling out a bucket, gauging usefulness. Good weight? Ideal shape? How the hell should she know, she's not a bully at Carrie's prom.]
I know it also means you might die together. [Still. She clucks her tongue. Desperate times, you know.] All right, tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.
Yeah, I'm not seeing vinegar. Our ghost chefs are stingy. [And have terrible taste.
Also that draws a smile from her. The stoic type. Doesn't like to cede a lot of ground. She had regretted spilling her guts to him earlier but he's such a stone wall that she wonders if it matters. If anything gets out of his mouth it's probably passed a whole bureaucracy and a presidential veto first.]
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[She run!
She fails to find anything.]
Any luck? [She calls from the top of the stairs.] I've got nothing!
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No. There's no way out. [ ... ] It's probably not the ritual. Not enough time has passed.
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All right. So they're trying something out. [Just breathe. Think.] Look, as far as places to get shut in go, at least we got food, we got water, we got plenty of space. If we're here for a while we're not getting run down right off the bat.
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[ He's staring at the door, clearly frustrated, but not panicked. ]
Maybe... they caught the four helping us, and are keeping us in place while they handle them.
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Maybe we should barricade. Or set up some kind of — god, I don't know, bucket of boiling oil over the door?
[Turns out her stress response is to turn medieval morbid.]
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... I'm not sure. Someone else might come in, and get caught in it. Hmm. ] But some kind of alarm could be good since we don't know how long we'll be here.
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That's probably the smarter and saner idea, yeah.
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[ bonk ]
There probably is one in the kitchen.
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[We could be playing never have i ever and instead we have this.]
Boiling oil is probably out of the question. Maybe something else unpleasant. Vinegar?
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It'd be disorienting for sure. [ Heads to the kitchen! Looking for supplies.
While they're looking... ]
Have you spoken to anyone about your monster affinity?
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Huh? [Turning, a little off guard.] ...Why, you want to trade secrets with me?
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... Finding a pair gives you some kind of advantage. If you have one, then maybe we could get out of here.
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I know it also means you might die together. [Still. She clucks her tongue. Desperate times, you know.] All right, tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.
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He sighs. ]
We might have to use the wine. [ And then, back to the topic... He's having a hard time going first. ]
How about we start with the first letter?
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Also that draws a smile from her. The stoic type. Doesn't like to cede a lot of ground. She had regretted spilling her guts to him earlier but he's such a stone wall that she wonders if it matters. If anything gets out of his mouth it's probably passed a whole bureaucracy and a presidential veto first.]
Your letter, then?
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Hesitates a moment before, ] O.
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C. [Sorry bout it.] Looks like we're sticking with plan A.
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Let's fill up that bucket with wine.
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It was a good idea. We're not down and out yet though.
[But yeah, sure let's get some wine.]