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connor hill - 25/25 - hello sinny

So maybe it was time to get off of his a** and try chatting up some of these other beings again. Really, what was the worst that could happen?

He imagined quite a lot of horrible things, actually. Maybe this was a terrible idea after all.

But too late, he'd gotten near the alcove where the man in the plague doctor was currently residing, and before Connor could sneak himself away, he was noticed, and a question was asked.

"Wow, what a conversation starter. Is that the line you use on all the pretty boys?" Connor's tone was as dry as ever, his smile tight as he turned towards the masked man with resignation.

"I can't say that I have much of a plan, really. Keep my mask on, keep my wits about me, and do my damned ******** best to get out of here alive come the end of the night." Though frankly, with the amount he'd been drinking throughout the course of the evening, he was already well on his way to losing every single wit that he had. "But if you have any better suggestions, I'm all ******** ears."

Jack Hawthorn | 25/25 | approaching

"The plan still is simply to gather information in hopes whoever is chosen can make an informed decision themselves," Jack responded with a verbal shrug. "I don't claim to know a damn about the politics here, but one statement stood out to me: someone was told by the Prideful One that you were the most important figure here, that you have the power to kill everyone and choose not to. Whether that's a lie or not, it's a very bold statement to make. How have you survived? What stakes do you have here?"

cam rylan | 25/25 | wondering what even is a plan

"My plan," Rylan echoed, realizing for the first time that he didn't have one. Figure out what was happening. Figure out how this all tied in with Vivien, the past, the cycle... Figure out if letting Adoelle die would, indeed, be the right thing to do. If she was chosen.

He said as much, to the man with the steepled fingers, and then he allowed himself a helpless shrug. "All of this feels a bit above my paygrade, really."

The survivor laughs. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he says. "See if you can't spread that around, why don't you?"



The survivor might be looking at Algie, or he might not. But there's a feeling of someone watching him closely. "You'd need to take her mask," says the survivor. "Which might be an easier prospect than you'd expect. With the right allies."



"You don't," says the survivor. "But if you'd like to keep your own counsel, far be it from me to interrupt that."



"A glass of water for every glass of wine does seem rather on the point," says the survivor. "Your plan seems quite solid. However, there is no danger to you, and should you continue on your current path this will continue to be true. I hope you find this reassuring."



"Thank you," says the sinister survivor. "My husband chose it for me. He has excellent taste."

He frowns. "I think you are making assumptions about who the Sorrowful One is. I think, should you more closely examine the attendants of the hall, you will find one who wasn't here before... and two who are simply missing."



He smiled. "This ballroom exists because I survive," he says. "Why else should I have such an ominous title? As for stakes... I'd say my stake here is the highest of all: my freedom."



"You're quite handsome, really. Perhaps you ought to try smoldering near the Spinel Lady. She does enjoy her handsome boys." He smiles. "Go on, then."



The sinister survivor straightens in his lounging chair. "If the girl wants to die, let her die. She chose this knowing the outcome; who are you to stop her? Who are you to save anyone at all?"



"It does make a difference," says the sinister survivor. "The young man who came here tonight, the red-head in the dark robes? As he is a vampire, he is disqualified. As are moonwalkers. I urge you to choose wisely, however. Lest you take something that doesn't belong to you."