Agreed, but I doubt the Balfours have called Scotland Yard.
[ can they ask the library for a forensics lab? the victorians and fifties contingents are trying to look at everyone’s hair colour and call that science. ]
It really spiralled out of control at the end there. Can’t blame Starkov when she was almost made into a serial killer centre-piece, though.
[ David's still getting to grips with the layout of this place – there are a lot of winding corridors, doors that look similar but lead to different places. He's working on a map in his head as he walks, but that means walking slowly, taking in the details, committing his turns to memory.
He gets to the library within his little ten minute appointed window, but he's been dawdling. ]
[ Predictably (super everything and all), Maeve beats David to the library. She dresses casually in jeans and a jumper, her light jacket draped over a nearby armchair. Even before David rounds the entry, she hears his heartbeat in her ears and peers out from behind a dusty shelf. ]
Stopping to smell the roses?
[ taking in the small wonders of this life before it’s cut short? Fair enough, considering how quickly people are dropping. ]
[ His heartbeat is very slow and even, on the low end of resting. He leans against a shelf, arms folded over his chest, casting a look around the space and then back to her. ]
I only came in here once to ask for somethin' from that little request box. Haven't spent much time browsin' the shelves, I gotta admit.
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Well that sucked.
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Hard to know if any of us did the right thing.
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The ren faires and vampires got pretty ugly (wild sentence, I know). You think they were set up?
[ by the killers, by the house. david kept quiet, which she credits to him as thoughtfulness and newness both. ]
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It wouldn't pass muster back home for me. Can't cite a dream you had as evidence. But I don't know if they have different rules here.
Other arguments seemed pretty petty. Inconsequential shit.
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[ can they ask the library for a forensics lab? the victorians and fifties contingents are trying to look at everyone’s hair colour and call that science. ]
It really spiralled out of control at the end there. Can’t blame Starkov when she was almost made into a serial killer centre-piece, though.
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I don't know if we should expect any rebuttals from the people who got locked up. You got much of a read on the girl's temperament?
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The Balfours are decking out the place. I saw them carrying down arcade games.
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Apparently for comfort. They’ve got bathtubs and books and shit too. Said they’re taking requests.
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We had a mindfucky feast for the vampires but none of our own died.
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But then, makes you wonder why they wouldn't let us leave by walking out.
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Do you know if anyone's done any digging on the Balfours?
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You wanna try?
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He gets to the library within his little ten minute appointed window, but he's been dawdling. ]
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Stopping to smell the roses?
[ taking in the small wonders of this life before it’s cut short? Fair enough, considering how quickly people are dropping. ]
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[ His heartbeat is very slow and even, on the low end of resting. He leans against a shelf, arms folded over his chest, casting a look around the space and then back to her. ]
I only came in here once to ask for somethin' from that little request box. Haven't spent much time browsin' the shelves, I gotta admit.