[finding charles at his room is a bit of a hit-and-miss, given that he keeps odd hours, but fortunately for rosamund the power of pc convenience saves her (also, today has been pretty tiring).
he opens the door, blinking when he sees her. unlike her timidity, he seems as casual as ever.]
[Have a layer stripped off that aching malaise for your troubles. She still doesn't feel great, but she's happy to have made amends in some small way.]
You kept a very cool head about the whole ordeal. Did you have to do this sort of thing often?
You could have fooled me. You really took to it like a duck to water.
[Compliments aside, that's more or less what she came to ask him about. But now that she's here she wonders if it was more needling him about Scien. Her follow-up questions seemed to run along the lines of "When did you figure out it was him?" and "Were you suspicious of him even before the murder?" and "What kind of person did you imagine he was?"
Which is very much not useful to anyone. Better to keep it broad, something applicable to the crew at large. Not just to dispel the sting in her chest.]
I wonder if...if you have any other insights you'd like to share. About the whole situation.
[he gives her a look of concern because that reaction is, well.]
... It feels like there might've been another force at play that triggered his impulse to dissect Dahut. And so long as we don't know what that is, or exactly what error prompted the lockdown, we're still in hot water, unfortunately.
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WEEK 0: Second Sunday
Charles? Are you there?
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he opens the door, blinking when he sees her. unlike her timidity, he seems as casual as ever.]
Rosamund? What's up?
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Mind if I come in? I'd like to speak with you for moment.
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Sure, no problem.
[he will step back to let her in.]
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Charles, I wanted to apologize. For how I behaved yesterday. [She swallows thickly.] And for pushing you.
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Oh, that? Don't sweat it. Tensions were high then. [...] I'm sorry too, if I hurt you.
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I was so angry. And...I was a bit angry with you, too. And that's not fair of me at all.
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Feelings aren't always fair, so I get it. Well, I'm just happy you're not still angry with me, so let's consider it water under the bridge?
[holds out hand]
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Water under the bridge.
[Have a layer stripped off that aching malaise for your troubles. She still doesn't feel great, but she's happy to have made amends in some small way.]
You kept a very cool head about the whole ordeal. Did you have to do this sort of thing often?
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a wry, tired smile]
Court-like matter, maybe. Solving murders? Never.
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[Compliments aside, that's more or less what she came to ask him about. But now that she's here she wonders if it was more needling him about Scien. Her follow-up questions seemed to run along the lines of "When did you figure out it was him?" and "Were you suspicious of him even before the murder?" and "What kind of person did you imagine he was?"
Which is very much not useful to anyone. Better to keep it broad, something applicable to the crew at large. Not just to dispel the sting in her chest.]
I wonder if...if you have any other insights you'd like to share. About the whole situation.
[b r o a d]
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Mm, it's still pretty weird. Did you speak with Scien at all last night, after trial?
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Rosamund's head hangs as she answers.]
Yes...
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... It feels like there might've been another force at play that triggered his impulse to dissect Dahut. And so long as we don't know what that is, or exactly what error prompted the lockdown, we're still in hot water, unfortunately.