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[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

[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.