AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

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mostly void, partially stars.

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[NO MY TYPO IN THE HEADER

anyway, with one hand on their hip:]

It was going to be You Lived, but that seemed a little too on point.

[evocationary]

[SUDAY]

... Okay, but that would've been really funny, though. Imagine waking up with a sticker like that on your face like, yes? I did live! Was I not supposed to?

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[a snort]

Good way to screw with people's heads, yeah. Anyway, your contract did say you might be able to determine who got picked after the fact, so there you have it.

[evocationary]

Nice. I gotta say, uh, it was a little harrowing this weekend because I thought he might've done it at first, and I was going to be real angry if I'd blown my load a week early.

Turns out we still have no idea who it was so it doesn't matter!

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[...]

Well, good luck with that. [from behind the veil, there's a flicker of red, as if one eye is glowing.] I'm not saying anything.

[evocationary]

[lepus is a robot]

Yeah, yeah, I know you can't tell us. I couldn't say anything either.

[stretches absently.] ... Can you tell me what happens to the person if they kill and get away with it? They don't have to go again, do they?

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Hard to say just yet.

[evocationary]

I hate that answer.

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You probably hate a lot of things.

[evocationary]

Yeah, like you.

[she says, continuing to talk to them] You guys are really restricted.

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Good, the feeling's mutual.

[please hate them properly, lup. they shrug, the red flickering.]

Like I said, we're not here to help you.

[evocationary]

[have you not seen her conversations with everybody else, this is like practically flirting]

You don't hate me or you wouldn't show up.

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[do not flirt with lepus, that would be a very bad life choice.]

It's my job to.

[evocationary]

Yeah, but you could just like, send me messages.

[she has no idea how it works]

Anyway, I'm going to feed you today. Where's my pin, huh? Did you toss it?

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I already told you I don't like taking meals from other people. [they cross their arms.] And it's with the rest of the junk that you all put in my box because you're broke and have no actual money.

[evocationary]

This means nothing to me. I'm going to cook and you can watch me do it the whole time, and I promise I won't poison it.

[...] Dooo you take Monopoly money?

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It's not about poison, it's—

[they stop themself and then. move on.]

Still pretty worthless to me, but whatever.

[evocationary]

What's it about? [tell her tell her tell her]

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[they're silent for a while, marked by the pulsing of ominous red behind their veil.

then, they shrug.]

If I told you I was an android so I can't eat anything anyway?

[evocationary]

[stop that was a fuckin joke]

... Really? [she's... skeptical...]

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Yup. Really.

[evocationary]

Huh.

Well, okay. I guess I can't feed you, then. [she's a little hesitant, because she's still half expecting them to be like HAHA NO YOU IDIOT]

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[stop would they do that]

I did tell you.

[evocationary]

[she would not put it past them to be like "i'm a robot" "really?" "no"]

Well, you could've told me the reason!

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[they shrug.]

Had to keep some details about my life private.