day 2.

[spiritpearls]

AFTER THIS CLUE

[ Pearl leads Trucy back to her room, the "Morgan Fey" room. It's not that she doesn't trust the others (her trust list is longer than her don't trust list, seriously), not exactly, but she is becoming more aware that if there are really bad badgers that they could easily be listening in when she's discussing things.

So, she figures that the Teen Girl Discussion Squad should maybe avoid speaking in front of, y'know, the whole room when making plans or just... figuring things out.

Locking the door behind her, Pearl turns to Trucy. ]

It might be safer to talk here. About everything. I hate to mistrust anyone, but... [ WELL ]

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[spiritpearls]

[ The worst part is it makes sense, in a way. It makes sense. Not everyone here is a killer, and the three teams up today aren't anyone Pearl would see as such. But someone had to have killed Myriam, and one of those three teams is among them.

But, which one. ]

Don't go there, Trucy. We... we don't know enough. But I do know you're not one of them, so there's no use going down that path. [ Imagining killing Trucy is just as painful as it is to imagine killing Mia or Maya. ]

Let's talk again after the suspicion vote, before we vote for... who to oust. [ Who to kill. ] Maybe then we'll know more.

[stagewright]

[ There's a long pause before Trucy nods, reaching out her hand to take one of Pearl's. She's done this before, a hundred thousand times since she was eight and Pearl was nine. Since Pearl had first visited after she'd begun living with Phoenix.

Back then, they'd been nearly the same height. Now, Trucy's taller, but Pearl's hand still fits in hers. It's still comforting. ]

I know. I...know. Just...pull me aside when you want to talk, okay?