Didn't we just do this last week?

[perpend]

[It's starting to look like this is going to be a weekly occurrence.

Just like last week, Cabanela waits a while before he makes his rounds, writing everyone quick notes and sliding them under each occupied door.]

Stay strong.
If you don't want to be alone tonight, meet in the dining hall.
-Cabanela

[Like last week, Cabanela hasn't bothered to provide anyone with food-- that would just be... rude right now, he thinks. Upon first entering, you'll notice that there are now four lit candles in the center of one of the tables.

Feel free to leave mementos for the dead; it's probably appreciated.]

Comments

[ninehundredlives]

I think you and I both know that we will get a third murder. He's going to do this aaaaaaall over again, with some other carrot dangling in front of us...

[Oh, is this a little gloomy for an immediately post-execution talk?]

[perpend]

[Oh, he's not offended or upset at all, no need to apologize for the gloom.

He looks incredibly serious and manages a nod.]

We'll find out, won't we? What he tries to do next.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe we should all try and talk about it next time. Depending on what it is.

[perpend]

That sounds like a good idea. It's sooomething to do, besides the resistance meeting.

[Since that... didn't really work out.]

[ninehundredlives]

[No. It kinda didn't.]

Are we going to do another one of those, do you think?

[perpend]

I'm really not sure. I suuuppose I could ask Logan, but it's discouraging how it didn't work at all.

[At least it was a fight to the death and not murder in cold blood. That makes it... very slightly better.]

[ninehundredlives]

[A bit.]

If we really want it to work, we should try harder to keep it hidden from him. I'm sure he's got all sorts of hidden cameras around.

[perpend]

I doon't know if there's some sort of hidden room, some way for him to not see us around; it's worth looking for, but I can't help thinking such a thing doooesn't exist at all.

[He won't give up until it's been proven impossible.]

[ninehundredlives]

We could at least make the effort. Or have it in a different room - what is the conference room for, if not for us to meet in a place he picked?

[perpend]

That's a good point.

Maybe we should start looking for cameras.

[ninehundredlives]

I haven't seen any, but I haven't really been looking closely either? I know they can get small. They might be up in the ceilings.

[perpend]

The Conductor seems to dislike technology-- if anything, we're probably looking for big, obvious ones. Unless there's some other way he's keeping track of us.

Of cooourse, I haven't seen large cameras anywhere around here.

[ninehundredlives]

No. There's not much place to hide them either.

[perpend]

I wonder how he's doing it.

Maybe it's worth more investigating.

[ninehundredlives]

We could poke around.

...god, I wonder if he's got them in the loo.

[perpend]

[...God, now there's a disgusting thought.]

I sure hope not.

[ninehundredlives]

He'd better not.

...if he does, we can send Rick into one to work.

[perpend]

Maybe Rick is a good defense against him watching us.

[He's pretty sure the Conductor doesn't want to see that more than anyone else.]

[ninehundredlives]

I do like watching him have to deal with Rick.

[Honestly it's the one benefit to Rick's presence]

[perpend]

[Cabanela doesn't like Rick much, but the Threat of Rick is a powerful one. Hopefully he sticks around.]

It's preeetty entertaining.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan gives a small smile.]

He brought it aaaaaaall on himself.

[perpend]

It'll be funny, if that ends up happening. It'll serve him right.

[ninehundredlives]

I hope it does. Something good may as well come of him being here.