menially | PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS

[NOT THAT THERE'S A LOT OF ROOM TO SLEEP RIGHT NOW OR TELL WHAT TIME IT IS... but eventually, people start losing energy and petering down to corners and beanbags.

Guy? Guy doesn't seem to be all that tired.

The bar is his seat of choice, an empty glass in hand, looking at it as though it might contain all the answers in the world and he's just deciding whether he's foolish enough to take a sip.

He'll start a bit when he hears the sounds of another behind him, though, straightening up.]

Hey. Didn't see you there.

I thought most people would be out cold by now.

[ It's late, and for the most part no one should be out by the lake. Not after everything that's happened and how much trouble the black sands had caused them. And somehow, he's not surprised to see Guy there—he and Yu had some sort of connection, if trial was to be believed.

His boots clack against the wooden boardwalk as he approaches, announcing him. ]

Hello, Guy. I can go, if you'd prefer to be alone.

[ it's not exactly something he enjoys doing, stepping back into this cabin a second time, but he owes it to guy to visit. the fact that he's willing to talk—much less asked him to—is something he has to respect.

he steps in quietly, silent until he's seated in front of the cell. his words are formal, but not lacking in softness. ]

—Guy. You wished to speak?

[ Dimitri is exploring, mostly for the sake of something to do but sit in the mire of his own thoughts, and the poor, toppled suit of armor had told him he wasn't alone here. He's not surprised that the other dead would find refuge in such a place.

So he pushes the lounge door open the rest of the way with a quiet squeak of hinges and scrape of wood. ]

...Hello?

[ Anyone there who wouldn't mind being found? ]

WEEK ZERO - FRIDAY

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w2 - saturday, post-trial

w6, monday