PC WITH ENDORSI

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W0 DAY 2

[commedia]

[Despite being probably one of the few people in this place with actual muscle on their bones, Douman has yet to really thoroughly check out the gym besides just peeking in here and there. Now, he's standing at one of the weight racks, thoughtfully lifting one.]

[Noticing someone entering, he turns his head.]

Oh! Hello. I apologize, I...I don't really know what to do with these...

[fisherwoman]

Then why are you here?

[Casual and brutal! But she pauses for a moment before picking one up.]

Oh, are you asking me for help?

[commedia]

Oh, curiosity? Haha, do I need a reason.

[And a shrug.]

I suppose all you do is lift these to build strength...but it seems rather boring to me. I'm wondering if I'm doing something wrong.

[fisherwoman]

Well, the point isn't really to entertain yourself, is it? It's to get stronger. Maybe you just need to get into the right mindset.

[commedia]

Get stronger? I see. Well, wouldn't it be better to just fight someone in that case? It would train a lot more than building whatever these weights need to build!

[fisherwoman]

Mm, it's more like...

[She taps her chin, deciding how to say this.]

Fighting can help with your technique, but it's not as useful for building raw power! You know?

[commedia]

Raw power...

[Just going to bend to pick up a 30 pound dumbbell, hefting it easily.]

There's ones that are even higher than this...how much can you lift?

W0 FRIDAY

[commedia]

[Hey, what is that...strange metallic smell? Huh. What an ominous smell, considering that a murder has just taken place. Except...]

[Well, its Douman, who looks like they've been completely drenched in blood, trudging along in the corridors. Hm.]

Mmm. This headache...

[fisherwoman]

[...Hm.

She doesn't look as alarmed by this as she probably should, but she does look curious, eyes widening a bit.]

Oh? Did you kill him, then?

[commedia]

No.

[A short, firm answer.]

A terrible coincidence, really. This was present in the kitchen last night before we fell asleep. Now, no blood is present except...on us.

[fisherwoman]

...Before you fell asleep? How strange! Was it there when you got locked in?

[commedia]

Yes. But it was...odd! Odd, indeed! So very odd! It would cover the surfaces, and then disappear, and then reappear somewhere else...

[fisherwoman]

But I've been in the kitchen, and I didn't see any blood there...

[She frowns.]

How bizarre.

W0 SATURDAY POST TRIAL

[commedia]

Mmmm. How troublesome, how troublesome...

[Someone seems to be murmuring to themselves as they head to ??? room.]

...Endorsi? [They stop when they realize she's there already.] Ah. What brings you here, hm?

aaaaaa i never hit enter

[fisherwoman]

[She glances their way as she puts her hands on her hips, sighing.]

I guess it’s too much to ask for, but I wondered if I’d see anything related to what Vira mentioned. With the creature holding the skull.

[commedia]

The skull? Ah, yes. That was an odd point. And something that was never quite resolved.

[A curious look.]

Have you seen anything?

[fisherwoman]

[She shakes her head.]

I haven't... I guess that would be too easy. Ahh, how frustrating!

[commedia]

It is...alas.

[And a hum.]

I wonder if it was a spell or ritual that went on last night. A skull being used for such a thing would make sense.

[fisherwoman]

It could be! Honestly, there are two main possibilities I can think of... One is that the skull was used to get into her room and take that staff of hers to frame her. The other is that it compelled her to do all this, and then made her forget about it.

[She sighs.]

I doubt the Avatars will tell us either way. I'll still ask, though.

W2 DAY 3

[commedia]

[Hey, Endorsi! Hi! Nice to see you! The clown is not having a good day! This is judging by how they're...well, slumped over the counter of the kitchen?]

[They're clearly not dead, because they just let out a pitiful groan.]

I want this all to end...

[fisherwoman]

[...She just watches for a long moment, deciding if she cares enough to ask, before:]

Nobody stabbed you or anything, right?

[commedia]

No.

[And a grumble.]

Though I think I would prefer that to this, hm!

[fisherwoman]

Oh? Would you like me to accommodate that?

[She's teasing, at least.]

[commedia]

I like a little pain as much as anyone, but...

[Mmmm, no.]

What are you doing here? Don't you know about this abysmal curse we're under?

[fisherwoman]

[She sighs.]

I still have things to do, you know! I can't just not eat.