day 2. again.

[spiritpearls]

SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDST OF THE OUSTING POLL TIMEFRAME

[This is getting out of hand, and right now... Trucy is starting to be the only person she trusts. To talk to, anyway. So, like she did earlier in the day, she loops her arm through Trucy's and leads her to her room. Hopefully everyone just assumes they're gossiping about boys.

Locking the door behind her, Pearl gently bangs her head against it. ]

All right. So. It's my cousins versus Mr Armando and Mr Blackquill.

[ This is not a good outcome. ]

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[stagewright]

I don't know. I asked someone - I forget who...Daddy, maybe? - about that earlier. I think...I think that everything is confused and confusing. I think... [ Maybe "winning" isn't worth it. There's no other option but to go forward, but it seems like doing nothing and doing something may both be paths fraught with death.

How do they pick which is better?

She'll vote, but this time, Trucy's going to vote for people she doesn't think are guilty. Maybe they are, though. The truth is impossible to follow when there's so little to go off of. Maybe this time, the people confessing are the ones who are guilty. ]

I'll vote for the other team, Pearls. It'll... [ It'll all work out would be a lie. So Trucy just reaches out to take Pearl's hand again, sitting quietly for a moment before she figures out what she wants to say. ] Daddy won't stop looking for a way to break this game. I don't think anyone else will, either. And if magic is real...hey, maybe I can learn some. And I'll do tricks we actually want to see.

[ It's her stage smile that Trucy turns on Pearl, but she's trying to be brave and to draw them away from the topic she'd brought up herself. They already know, really, which team was going to lose the vote from the second the two final teams were announced.

Now it's just a matter of formality. ]