week 2, saturday

[vigilantics]

[ it's been a long nine hours.

honestly, that's really all steph can say about it. it's been a long, tiring nine hours, and all she wants to do is sleep but she also knows she probably won't any time soon. she just lets herself fall face first onto the bed, muttering a low "ouch," because that was a bad idea.

hey, hikage. what's up. ]

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Comments

[vigilantics]

Pretty much, unless something unexpected comes up. But we can't count on that happening, so for now we have to work with what we have.

[ even though what they have is still awful. ]

[psychedelica]

[ as expected... Hikage still doesn't quite seem satisfied. ]

... Tell me your objective, Stephanie. I'll help you.

[vigilantics]

[ she sure was hoping he would have forgotten what the original topic was. ]

I basically have to make someone a target Thursday night. Make it so that whoever is chosen to kill that week would also have to kill the person. They don't have to actually die for it to be completed though.

[psychedelica]

[ as if he could forget! He doesn't look perturbed by the revelation; he just nods, turning over the new information in his head. ]

If they don't actually die, how do you know if it was completed or not? They just have to be attacked?

[vigilantics]

I don't know. I guess I'll find out if I get a reward from it or not.

[ she does not sound too thrilled about it. ]

[psychedelica]

... Are you actually going to do it?

[ or maybe she already did? He's guessing no. ]

... If you need to, target one of the people we already know was a killer. I think that makes the most sense.

[vigilantics]

I don't want to.

[ do it, she means. or even choose a target. she reaches out to grab one of the pillows to cover her face with it.

when steph talks again, it comes out as muffled. ]

We'll see.

[psychedelica]

[ he stares at her for a little while. If he was in her position, he wonders if he'd struggle this much.

Probably not. But, much like his objective, that's not something he feels like she needs to know.

After a moment or two, he rises from his seat, planting himself next to her on the bed. ]

We will... Trying to figure it out now is probably a waste of time. You're tired. [ a beat. ] Just go to sleep. Don't overdo it.

[ even though he knows she will, because she always does ]

[vigilantics]

I'll try.

[ she's being honest, at least. trying isn't really the same as succeeding, and she knows that she won't succeed there.

steph turns so that she's looking at him. ]

You too.

[psychedelica]

[ he exhales quietly through his nose. ]

Yeah. [ beat ] Goodnight.

[ he's not gutsy enough to face towards her, too... but he lays down on his side next to her without much fanfare, reaching out to turn off the light. ]