RESISTANCE MEETING 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[decrees]

[Like last week, the conference room is set up with enough chairs for everyone (two less than last week) but there isn't any food provided because of the uh... dinner party. Hopefully that didn't go so poorly that the entire group has been split or anything, that would certainly suck.

But once again it's time to discuss the state of things here. Logan's in the same seat he was last time at one end of the table. He's particularly distracted today and he can't seem to focus on that book he's been carrying around, so he'll start things a little earlier today.]

As I'm sure you all know, this week's incentive could easily motivate someone to attempt to murder someone. We need to discuss the state of things here - has anyone found anything since the last meeting? Nighttime patrols have been discussed and I believe Giovanni was handling that. Do we have any other ideas for how we could prevent any more deaths?

(OOC: Like last time, treat this post like a trial - threadjack and go crazy!)

Comments

[crimsonchin]

Figures he would like that one.

[perpend]

I really caaan't say I'm surprised by his taste in fiction.

It does make me wonder about the origin of the note.

[crimsonchin]

There are enough petitions and notes on the fridge that a handwriting check wouldn't be too difficult, would it?

[perpend]

[He gives a nod.]

I'll be doing a check after our meeting tonight.

[It's not that he doesn't trust the resistance, he just doesn't want there to be a mob in case it matches someone. They'll want to handle this delicately.]

[crimsonchin]

Smart plan. I wonder why they decided to leave it in a book, though...wouldn't something like that be better left to one of their own personal notebooks?

Speaking of, here's mine if you want to do a check for me now.

[ She slides over her notebook to Cabanela across the table, full of lists of her daily inventories; storeroom on right pages, infirmary on left. ]

Unless someone's become adept at forging my handwriting, it shouldn't match.

[perpend]

I don't know. It seeeems like a bad idea, doesn't it? It's a good way to get caught.

[He looks over her handwriting for a moment before he pulls the sheet of paper out again to look at it before replacing it back in his pocket.]

You're right; it's not a match!

[Thank goodness.]

[crimsonchin]

Good. So that's one person to wipe off the "suspicious" list...

[ Thank goodness. ]

What should we assume, if it turns out that none of us wrote it?

[perpend]

I'm not sure.

Jean found that list of names in a journal, so maybe we'll have to assume something else-- that this has happened before, and maaaaybe it was a note from a previous murder.

[It's not a pleasant thought.]

[crimsonchin]

It didn't exactly sound like this exercise was the first of its kind...

[perpend]

No.

It's just a hunch right now, nothing more, but what if our Conductor is a survivor of a preeevious exercise?

It might explain the title.

[crimsonchin]

How privileged he must feel to run this one, then...

[perpend]

He doesn't seem to have a problem with it, but Ashley said whoever kidnapped us is some kind of "god".

I don't like him at all, but I wonder if he's doing this of his own free will.

[Maybe he is and he's just that big of a dick, it's difficult to tell.]

[crimsonchin]

Does it matter if he is or he isn't? He's running it to begin with, isn't he?

[sunsong]

It's way too well run for that, anyway...

[decrees]

I doubt it would be the Conductor's.

[...so which one of us was it?]

[perpend]

No, it doesn't seem too likely for him to leave incriminating evidence around.

[ninehundredlives]

Not that we'd ever know it. He types all those letters out.

[perpend]

He'd deny it, if he was asked about it, I'm certain.

I also can't imagine he'd be willing to give me a handwriting sample.

[ninehundredlives]

It would be unlike him to try and kill us directly. But he's obviously not above helping it along.

We may want to be careful about where we accept drinks.

[perpend]

Just in case, we may want to make our own drinks for the time being-- and avoid drinking anything if we've left it out in the open.

[ninehundredlives]

Sounds like a plan.

[perpend]

Here's to making sure paranoia doesn't get the best of us.

[ninehundredlives]

...you know, that wouldn't be a terrible reason for him to leave something like that lying around. Just to make things that much worse.

[perpend]

It's what he wants to have happen, to make us lose trust in each other.

I'm sure he'd love to give a person the opportunity to divide us so thoooroughly.

[ninehundredlives]

I wonder how long it would take...

[It's almost shocking that there's still such a general atmosphere of trust now, after two murders. But Susan has her own people here she trusts, so she can't say too much about it.]