erin

[undread]

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week 0; sunday

[undread]

[after the npc reveal, laudna can be found sitting out near the pyre on her own, with pâté, a dead rat with a bird skull sewn onto his head and bony bird wings, fluttering nearby. she has her long hair hanging down over her face and she's clearly talking to herself out loud.]

...Still nothing from you? How long are you going to give me the silent treatment? You're useless!

[underinworld]

...okay, are you talking to the familiar or is the pyre the best place to talk to yourself?

[Trying to commune with spirits by positioning yourself over the damn pentagram is a third option. Truthfully Erin had come to try to ruin the pentagram and that was why she had brought swamp mud- She hadn't expected to see someone here]

[undread]

[she turns and frowns, shrinking away just a bit.]

I'm not talking to you.

[underinworld]

[Seeing her shrink a little makes Erin sigh]

Yeah, thought so. This is no confrontation.

[Beginning to rub mud onto the line of the pentagram, she shrugs]

Is whoever you're trying to talk to someone you can speak about freely or did I just hear something I shouldn't have heard?

[She tries to make herself a little less prickly. A little. The moods in this village must be a tad on edge after they all found out they're all sacrifices for a ritual, so Erin is trying to dial down her usual bad mood]

[undread]

It was a private correspondence, that's all.

[she can speak about it freely, but she doesn't necessarily choose to.]

She isn't answering right now, anyway.

week 0; monday

[undread]

[she's out and about exploring this morning, looking at the new location and their occupants. she's reading the plaque outside the theater at the moment, running her finger over the names. also, she's wearing a nice gown, and just like it has lace with a pattern of tree branches, she has a pattern of black tree branches spreading across her skin. a few words are visible on there; right now, I think Delilah's back can be read.]

Good morning! All settled in? I didn't take you for a fan of clowns.

[underinworld]

[Erin sure was coming back to the theater after a morning of futilely trying to find out something useful in the village grounds. Seeing Laudna there gets a glance at the ink, just out of curiosity.

Erin's own, showing through her hacket, on her forearm, says: 'Officially diagnosed 50.01% good']

Jesters are my spirit animal.

[So deadpan]

Alfyn was named the king of clowns. Any accusations of clown fanaticism must be rerouted to him.

[undread]

50.01% is very high. You shouldn't feel bad.

[it's definitely good.]

You are having a lot of fun together. That's so nice.

[underinworld]

Dunno, it almost got me drowned for being too low for someone's tastes.

[Apparently it was 'within the margin of error' and therefore she almost got plunged into a fjord. Misadventures, they sure happen]

Yeah, we're such a happy barrel of monkeys. Did you at least get lucky with yours?

[Well, any place that isn't the mortuary is lucky, in her opinion!]

[undread]

The haunted house! It's lovely, I'm so pleased.

week 0; friday

[undread]

[welcome to the void.

anyway, laudna can be found in the midst of trying to pop a dislocated joint out of place on her arm.]

Did you know there's a dead body in the theater? How macabre.

[underinworld]

[That dislocated joint fixing gets Erin to wince. Uf, awesome thing to see when she's already on edge, it unnerves her]

Yeah, I heard a thing or two. How swell, the place I slept at last night had a dead body. Peachy.

[Erin was fine with the theater but now, well, not really, she doesn't want to sleep there anymore]

You found it, right?

[undread]

Nearly every place you sleep likely has a few bodies buried.

[she's perfectly casual.]

I did. Took a little tumble from that trap door.

[underinworld]

Okay, a fresh corpse. Not the time for technicalities.

[Later she won't be too surprised Laudna is so casual about this, but right now it sure bothers her]

Did anything hint there was a dead body in that trapdoor? Before you took a little tumble.

[A little tumble that apparently dislocated your arm. Not so little, she thinks]

[undread]

[eh. she's a corpse lady, her whole body is pretty fragile.]

The place was a mess - it certainly seemed that there had been a struggle.

week 0; saturday

[undread]

[well. laudna can be found after trial outside the haunted house. actually in less of a weird and manic mood than she was the night before. she seems more like she's not sure how to react.]

...Hmm. That went differently than I anticipated.

[underinworld]

Did it...?

[At first Erin had been glad about the trial because it meant she wouldn't have to undertake everything on her own. Thirty-nine people are better than one, after all.

But the longer it went, the worst it felt. It seemed like they were spinning their wheels in place, and then it all comes crashing down and dread ensues for a whole lot. Truthfully, Ashlyn covering her ears like that made it all sink in: things are majorly messed up. This will be harder to endure than she expected]

How did you think this would go? Less messy? Messier?

[undread]

Messier? Or perhaps messy in a different way.

[underinworld]

...when it started I thought it'd go different. That we'd reach solid answers. Feels like instead we got somewhere without even knowing for sure how we got there.

[Which is frustrating to her journalist heart, really, but she's more shaken up than she wants to admit. It's not like Boothill being caught was a result of blind guesses, but it still feels like there was a lot of room for improvement and that irks her because she ponders what she could have done different to make it go better]

[undread]

Ah. Really? I thought the exact opposite.

[she gives erin a curious look.]

I was sure we'd simply follow our emotions, but in the end, it was an admirable effort locating the culprit. Clever, hard work from many people to bring down someone most of them truly cared for. That's what I didn't expect.

week 1; thursday

[undread]

[laudna can be found a little after returns back in the village, sitting somewhere and doing a bit of embroidery very absently.]

[underinworld]

Sorry, I guess.

[Erin doesn't even specify what she feels she has to apologize for. She just is like five meters away, and drops that like saying that is a lot of effort. Then she sees Laudna is embroidering very absently, and given the distance and all, probably didn't hear. Oh well. She said it, and that's probably fine.

Time to move on, she figures, approaching]

You feel like talking? There's something I was wondering about.

[Thankfully, it's generally lighthearted, unless it's a landmine she doesn't know about]

[undread]

[she doesn't know what erin is apologizing for, but if she hears it, she doesn't say anything. she looks up from her embroidery.]

And what would that be?

[underinworld]

The rat with wings. What the flip is up with that?

[The icebreaker that needed to ask like that ended days ago, Erin. Still, during that the matter of Paté voice and his horniness were asked, but she can't help but wonder about...well...his existence]

[undread]

Dear. [she looks up from her embroidery, and raises an eyebrow.] Timing is everything on these things. The game was days ago, and I'm no longer playing.