PC CATCHALL FOR RIKA

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WEEK 0 day one

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[Hey, Rika. It's an early morning. Sholmes is up - there's someone he's talking to outside the door in whispered tones, before he's pulling back a tray of what looks to be coffee and some toast and eggs on a plate.]

[When he turns to sit on the floor, cross-legged, near his pillow and blankets, he offers the plate to Rika. This whole thing has happened the last couple of days - it seems like someone here is feeding Sholmes.]

Mmm. [He looks very bleary, his daemon in beagle form curled up in the blankets behind him.] Toast?

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[ while he's talking to his mystery benefactor, rika is diligently making the bed now that she's up. straightening the sheets and blanket.

she looks a little surprised at the offer! but quickly comes and sits down across from him on the floor. ]

You're okay sharing?

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[He's sort of pathetically nibbling on the crust of the toast. It's obvious he's not an early riser.]

Mm? Why wouldn't I? You're my roommate, yes?

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[ rika is the opposite! she's up and alert, bright and early every day, and always makes the bed and cleans up before going anywhere. ]

Yep! And food is better when you share it. But does the person feeding you know that they're feeding me, too?

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Hm?

[And a pause, before shaking his head.]

No. I think she would be happy to know she's helping others outside of myself. Perhaps.

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[ she munches some toast. ]

Susato?

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[Nodding!! Reaching for the coffee. Mm, coffee.]

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It's nice of her to take care of you. Does she cook for you back home, too?

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[Mumbling vaguely into the coffee.]

No. Iris does that.

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But they're not here?

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[He...]

[Actually pauses, and then shakes his head.]

No. Afraid she isn't. [And just letting out a sigh.] Probably good she isn't, though.

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[ hmm... ]

Maybe.

We still don't know much about this place... It might be a good thing to be here.

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[A shake of the head. Aren't you glad you're talking with bleary Herlock Sholmes who is actually somewhat serious instead of the wacky oddball he is 99.9% of the time?]

One wishes. I would bet a guinea on the point that, most unfortunately, we're in for some dark times ahead, my dear girl.

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[ actually yes. rika loves oddballs, but... well. it's nice to have a more grounded conversation, too. if you're stuck rooming with someone anyway. ]

... That seems like the popular bet, from how everyone is talking.

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And what do you think? Are you the type who looks at a glass and sees it half full, or half empty?

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[ she perks up a bit. ]

That depends on how thirsty I am, and whether or not there's a pitcher to pour more water from!

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Ah, what an ingenious perspective! Almost as genius as me!

[Oh, he's waking up a bit, some of the oddball is creeping in.]

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It's too early to make assumptions. We don't even know the rules of the game, yet!

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Very true. There is much to find out. But a great detective's intuition is never wrong, you know.

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... Does your intuition tell you anything more specific?

It doesn't sound very fun to just be paranoid and not know why or what of.

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I'm not paranoid. Believe me, I make my living peering down into the dark depths of London's metropolis, sifting through the tangles and mires of crime and sin.

[He's drinking some more coffee, looking thoughtful.]

We've been entered into a "conflict" between two teams, and secrets are being held behind closed doors. In my experience, conflicts are not handled peacefully by bringing in more men to boost the ranks. Quite the contrary. We are bystanders entered into a grand game of chess, and I am afraid that what is coming will be most happy to make of use of us as such.

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[ you know what, rika is just... quiet for a long moment. ]

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...

[He notices that, lifting his head to look her in the eyes.]

But have heart, my dear girl. I'm not the man to idly stand by and watch as people are forced to play roles against their will. I will put all my efforts into letting us escape this senseless game.

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[ she takes a deep breath to regain her composure, even if she's still obviously pretty down now. ]

Mii... That's good... [ she sounds entirely unconvinced, but like she's at least trying to believe him. ] ... Do you really think we can fight against the gameboard we're placed on?

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[It's hard.]

[It's hard, having some answers, but not all, because...what can he say to this?]

I have no concrete answer for you, my dear girl. But if we give up now, what's the point? Watching as everything collapses around us? I'd rather die knowing I gave my all than simply lay down and accept it.