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[Making a little bit of a face.]
Why would you subject yourself to that?
Why would you subject yourself to that?
...Ah. And what was she planning to do? Make you stay awake?
[RAISING AN EYEBROW WITH SOME CONCERN]
Alright. If you say so. [...] Hope the other "Marie" does that too.
[Since she knows she's listening!! SELF CARE OTHER MARIE]
Alright. If you say so. [...] Hope the other "Marie" does that too.
[Since she knows she's listening!! SELF CARE OTHER MARIE]
[not mom, just your local hot pants <3]
Mm. Well. I said what I said. [Hm!] Guess energy drinks aren't on the menu, anyways.
Mm. Well. I said what I said. [Hm!] Guess energy drinks aren't on the menu, anyways.
...
[deadpan - is she joking?]
Roast beef sandwiches.
[deadpan - is she joking?]
Roast beef sandwiches.
You have to give me something in return, though.
[ALSO SERIOUS]
[ALSO SERIOUS]
Hm? Oh, Marie.
[She seems to have been staring at the wall, blankly, but her eyes are fixed on the other like an arrow, her face solid as stone.]
...Are you alright?
[She seems to have been staring at the wall, blankly, but her eyes are fixed on the other like an arrow, her face solid as stone.]
...Are you alright?
...I'm alright.
[A curt response.]
We have two murders to solve tomorrow. Can't say that I believe they'll give us enough time for either of them.
[A curt response.]
We have two murders to solve tomorrow. Can't say that I believe they'll give us enough time for either of them.
It would make sense, unfortunately. It seems that whatever confines us in that space is eager to let us go for the sake of repeating the process — I don’t know whether or not that may be the work of the prism, but…
[ Sounds like a bitch. ]
I wonder, though… would this mean we have two culprits?
[ Sounds like a bitch. ]
I wonder, though… would this mean we have two culprits?
[She's here, alright.]
[There's too many things she feels. But as always, like the quiet of a still pond, nothing shows on her face. She enters the archway, and stares, for a long moment.]
...Marie. How are you feeling?
[There's too many things she feels. But as always, like the quiet of a still pond, nothing shows on her face. She enters the archway, and stares, for a long moment.]
...Marie. How are you feeling?
[ME CRYING AT THIS TAG RYZAAAAAAAAAAAAA]
That could be the case. I don't think its possible for one to kill two....unless the circumstances were right.
That could be the case. I don't think its possible for one to kill two....unless the circumstances were right.
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