( week 2 ) saturday evening, heather

[so. that trial sure just happened. let's... leave that in the past.

what matters now is the present, and in the present they've decided on a guilty party. all that remains is choosing an executioner for tomorrow, and that's been left to a democracy as well... chie's going to at least check on the ones she's more familiar with. first stop, heather mason. wherever heather took off to post-trial, chie's followed a few steps behind. once they're separated from most of the group, she'll approach closer.]

I'm guessing you saw the new poll.

( week 2 ) saturday night, jay

[look. a lot has happened today. there was yelling, lemon squeezing, tentacle dicking, corpse burning, and arm wrestling (hypothetically for some, literally for others). let chie live for the rest of the night.

something tells her she's not going to get to rest that easily, though, even at this late—but pre-curfew—hour. who's that coming to find her staring at the ceiling in the lounge tonight?]