strohl catchall

[disingenuous]

how many metaphors can i fit in here

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week 0, saturday

[disingenuous]

[ roxana is out on the flight deck, touching some of the plants there as if trying to soak in some of the outdoors after being stuck in the terminal. ]

What are you thinking?

[ a lot happened. ]

[halians]

[ i'm glad we're all like this bc i have written so many starters that were like iM TOUCHING GRASS I NEED OUT OF CONTAINMENT

by which i mean!! strohl's also out here with the plants, standing with his arms folded, one foot tap tap tapping away - when he hears roxana, he looks over, then dips his head politely in greeting. what is he thinking. ]

...That it seems like we'll be playing by the rules of other people's games, while we're here. [ is eventually his answer, thoughtful if grim about it. ] And that we've a long, long way to go.

[ a pause - that thoughtfulness shifts, to something softer, a touch of concern. ] That came as a surprise to you, too, right? Are you alright, Roxana?

[disingenuous]

[ airport air has a distinct stuffy quality to it, too. they must breathe in the outdoors.

she offers him a humorless smile. ]

It was a surprise, but I'm fine. I'm more frustrated by not anticipating it more than anything. I don't know what we'll see from your game, but it'd be best to keep an eye out for anything familiar, however horrible.

[halians]

[ this is true hell i cannot imagine being stuck in an airport for 8 weeks

he nods, to that, looking grim. ]

...Let's hope it's not accidents. [ the talk about maybe the murder was actually just a normal accident brought back unpleasant memories - he lifts a hand and rubs it over his face. ]

What was he talking about...? Balancing colours, and all that.

[disingenuous]

[ a perfect place to endure murder once again.

she sighs. ]

Accidents would make being confined for nine hours worse. [ at least have some conviction for them to have to go through trial, even if a brain is addled for it. ]

The Prism that he mentioned likes colors, and it liked balance. If you were there, you were assigned a color.

[halians]

Yeah. We'd just drop dead. The whole place was trying to kill us, at all times.

[ final destination'd....

curiosity flickers briefly across his face, and he tilts his head. ] ...huh. Based on what?

[disingenuous]

That seems more of an outlier than a pattern, and the murders stick out more to the auditors than random accidents.

[ or at least that's the impression she has. ]

Why don't you take a guess and I'll tell you if you're close?

[halians]

[ well, his first instinct is tribes but that can't be right.

give him a moment to weigh the question - his expression goes thoughtful, giving it his serious attention. ]

... Hmm. Can I ask how many there were? Groups.

[disingenuous]

Hmm....

[ she takes a second to think. ]

Eight. Most of the colors of the rainbow and then some that aren't.