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

[decrees]

[Something that makes him happy...?]

Ah, well... I'll admit I'm curious to see what you would pick.

[clearasmud]

Really?

[ Something about that... pleases her. ]

Well. Forgive me if this is a little dark... [ but Reaver liked dark, and he is - was - his friend... ] But the people we're locked up in here with are... a strange, unlikely and occasionally annoying sort, are they not? And some certainly appear more bound to fall than others.

Tell me: would you be opposed to playing a game where we try to guess if and how our fellows will go out? Not all need be discussed, of course.

[decrees]

...

[Logan tips his head a bit at that. He doesn't smile, but he sounds very interested when he responds.]

That sounds like it might be a nice way to spend time.

[...Okay, it's really dry, but what were you expecting from him.]