trustfell Room 12 threads/Case 4 death thread

[feistytrader]

Week 1, Tuesday
Week 1, Post-trial
Week 2, Post-trial
Week 4, Sunday
Week 4, Tuesday
Week 4, Thursday Night

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Week 1, Tuesday

[feistytrader]

[After the meeting, after some time has passed and the clock has rung for night time, Silver makes his way back into Gold's room... And doesn't even bother to look composed, instead flopping right onto his bed and burying his head in a pillow.

He takes a moment, but eventually-]

What do you want to talk about first?

Post Trial, Week 1

[uncouthhatcher]

[So. All that was a thing, and Gold is so ready to hit the bed again because goddamn was that an early wake up call.

He will hit the bed. Goodnight, Silver--]

Post Trial, Week 2

[feistytrader]

[Silver manages to stay quiet until they get to their room, at which point he immediately goes in to grab their pillows and throws one at Gold.]

Here.

[Gold... Looks like he needs to blow off some steam, really.]

Week 4, Sunday

[feistytrader]

[The trial was hell, but the next day was pretty uneventful, and they could just take it easy, try to unwind, try to settle down again before the next week.

Well, that sure as hell didn't last, because Silver wakes up in a mild panic on Sunday morning and immediately starts shaking Gold awake.]

Get up.

Week 4, Tuesday

[feistytrader]

[It's later at night, and Silver and Weavile enter the room, close the door, and-]

Some motive, huh?

[Maybe if they talk about it casually...]

Week 4, Thursday Night

[feistytrader]

[It's been a long week. Three people are dead, and someone hasn't even been murdered yet. He and Gold have committed despite everything; there are some people they're willing to kill, and some they aren't, and they're to head out tonight after some brief rest and make the most out of the situation.

Although DJ Mary's been pretty nice to help them get to sleep for the last few nights, it does them no service this time. Or it doesn't do Silver any favors, anyway; he stares hard at the ceiling, hoping for a shred of peace of mind that never comes.

It's well into the night when he finally calls out.]

Gold? You awake?