[The start of this week hasn't been so bad, for Susan - a good thing, after the horrorshow that was the last case. It lets her pretend that things are okay; she can look out for the others who aren't.
She goes to the dining hall first thing in the morning, to drink her coffee. If you catch her right when she arrives, you'll see her dropping off some more pictures for Cabanela's memorial - sketched portraits of all the dead, minus Walter. Maybe she'll do him later...we'll see. For now, she sits at another table and drinks her coffee, looking up at the secrets wall thoughtfully.
After a while, you can find her standing on a chair, taping a large piece of paper over one of the lines near the bottom. It isn't her own secret; she seems to have mostly chosen it based on proximity.
Susan spends the rest of the afternoon in the library. There's a couple of books sitting on the table next to her, but she's paying attention to the one propped up on her knee, and the needles in her hands. It looks like she's trying to teach herself how to knit...?
It's not going especially well.
In the evening, Susan will be in the ballroomplaying the piano again. It's starting to become a regular thing for her; it's been getting earlier and earlier every time, until now it's maybe seven, so apparently she doesn't really mind company.]
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She goes to the dining hall first thing in the morning, to drink her coffee. If you catch her right when she arrives, you'll see her dropping off some more pictures for Cabanela's memorial - sketched portraits of all the dead, minus Walter. Maybe she'll do him later...we'll see. For now, she sits at another table and drinks her coffee, looking up at the secrets wall thoughtfully.
After a while, you can find her standing on a chair, taping a large piece of paper over one of the lines near the bottom. It isn't her own secret; she seems to have mostly chosen it based on proximity.
Susan spends the rest of the afternoon in the library. There's a couple of books sitting on the table next to her, but she's paying attention to the one propped up on her knee, and the needles in her hands. It looks like she's trying to teach herself how to knit...?
It's not going especially well.
In the evening, Susan will be in the ballroom playing the piano again. It's starting to become a regular thing for her; it's been getting earlier and earlier every time, until now it's maybe seven, so apparently she doesn't really mind company.]