(no subject)

[anewlanguage]

[PRIVATE to DEAN and IRIS]

Bring me up to date on these murders. I was assuming they're like all the other slash and run numbers we get when it's too quiet, but sounds like people are all on edge about this one.

[PUBLIC]

Hey, kitchen staff, I say we get a little festive.

As a globe trotter, I don't really put much meaning to seasons; one hemisphere's fall is another one's scorcher, and all. But hell, maybe it'd help calm down the psychopaths if they had something regimented to focus on. They had some bullshit program like that in the prison I landed myself in back home.

Comments

text: private; to Cain, Iris, and Dean

[anewlanguage]

Just don't let him start tossing that coin at you.

Any pattern to how these deaths happen? Mostly late hours, around certain areas?

Re: text: private; to Cain, Iris, and Dean

[routemistress]

hard to say with only two. alpha's blood was dried when Bush found him.

if he were a less shitty bartender someone might have turned up in time. hah.

text: private; to Cain, Iris, and Dean

[anewlanguage]

Maybe he wouldn't've been targeted in the first place, eh?

Tell me about the two missing. They fighters?

text: private; to Cain, Iris, and Dean

[routemistress]

If it hadn't been for Slevin I'd have assumed straight up revenge killing.

Emperor isn't, but he's ...odd. Not properly mortal. Very resilient. Killer might not know that of course. Nathan's a copper. Very buttoned up.

text: private; to Cain, Iris, and Dean

[anewlanguage]

Slevin has no enemies? We've all got people who dislike us.

[Maybe that's the wrong angle, though.]

Who likes Alpha?

text: private; to Cain, Iris, and Dean

[routemistress]

You were asleep for his mind control stunt, thank fuck. After that? Ned's the only reason the whole boat wasn't lining up to pull bits of him off. Ned was sure it was revenge.

Slevin's a careful lad. No enemies.

text: private; to Cain, Iris, and Dean

[anewlanguage]

What about before that?

text: private; to Cain, Iris, and Dean

[routemistress]

he's an obnoxious little cockmonkey. broke my nose the day he arrived and all I did was bring him a drink. he's not spent his time here making friends.

text: private; to Cain, Iris, and Dean

[anewlanguage]

Hah, remind me to pull his ears back off when I see him.

[he says it in a sort of reverse psychology manner of admitting he won't fight her battles for her, but he does feel protective.]

text: private; to Cain, Iris, and Dean

[routemistress]

Ned's the only thing stopping me. I had to unpick the bloody mindcontrol.

[She's kind of glad he can't see the squee on her face right now.]

text: private; to Cain, Iris, and Dean

[anewlanguage]

I bet Ned's counting the days to graduation.