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Event Log: Assassin

Who: Everyone!
What: The Assassin event
Where: Throughout the city
When: April 15th-23rd
Warnings: Inevitable character death, potential horror and gore and unpleasantness. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if it things get too bad!

The morning of April 15th in Hadriel is cheerful, with artificial light streaming through your window. Your blankets are warm, jabberjays are shrieking, and you're probably going to experience a murder attempt today.

Maybe it'll be from a stranger, maybe it'll be from a friend, but the bottom line is that everybody is after somebody and nobody is safe (...okay, twelve people are safe, but that's beside the point). Time will only tell when you'll be overcome by that murderous rage and try to kill someone else. The best thing you can probably do at this point is stay calm, keep your head high, and try not to die for the next eight days.

Helpfully, Rage will have restocked her armory for the event, for those of you have yet to arm themselves. Additionally, for a limited time only, the armory will be stocked with bear traps, tripwire (in both 'general wire' and 'barbed wire' flavor), and voice recorders. Use all of them, use none of them, just get on out there and kill each other!

Oh, and one last thing...

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[Yeah okay, at least he's putting his nerds smarts to good use here. If she were the one who had to explain why what she'd said was wrong, she'd be even more pissed than Rage is making her.]

We're fucked no matter what we tell them, aren't we.

[She tries to hide just how much that scares her, by picking up the mirror and inspecting the side of her face that's done. Jail isn't exactly an environment Emily would do well in. Or prison, for that matter. Then again, her parents could probably fork over the money to keep her on the outside, but what would become of her life, her plans? What about the others?

Since when does staying here sound like the less complicated option?]

We're pretty fucked, yeah.

[He's come to terms with that since he and Ashley first talked about the issue, but it's still terrifying. It's not bad enough that they all went through what they did, but to have to fear being charged with murder and a whole list of other offenses is just...

He takes a deep breath and tries to think of what they have in their favor, both to reassure himself and Emily.]

But I mean, we already know the police can't do their jobs; we're American, not Canadian, so there's a whole problem with jurisdiction and they'd only have circumstantial evidence at best. And the lodge probably didn't burn enough to destroy like, some of the things that back up our story.

[Like the bodies of the wendigos, or at least the bones. And if the fire didn't spread to the basement, there are tapes and the stranger's journal and other things that can help prove they're telling the truth. But if not...]

Besides, they'd um... It'd probably be me or Mike they'd think did it.

[So Emily's probably in the clear. Chris and Mike have the most motive to have killed Josh, and they're the last ones to have see him if the police didn't believe the wendigo portion of the story.]

I'm pretty sure American police will want in on a possible murder investigation.

[Being honest, keeping it real. This, incidentally, is why Emily is never getting anything from Hope.]

You and Mike? [She frowns.] For what, almost killing me in the basement? [That would cover Mike, but not Chris, not without also implicating Ashley, and Chris didn't say that.]

Edited (html) 2016-04-27 15:58 (UTC)

Yeah. Probably.

[He shakes his head at the question, though that's another issue entirely, if Emily says--or said, or whatever--that Mike threatened to shoot her.]

No, um... After we found out Josh was behind the prank, we took him out to the shed to make sure he wasn't going to hurt anyone. That's where Mike came running into the Lodge from after you got back; the plan was he'd stay with him until morning. Then the flamethrower guy showed up, and you know what he said about the wendigos and Josh, and...

[It's hard to talk about this; but Emily knows the story from that point. Chris and the stranger went out to get Josh, and only Chris came back.]

So if the police don't believe our story about the wendigos, then... Mike and I were the last people to see Josh, and after everything we had the most motive to want to hurt him, so...

[So they're the obvious choices to blame everything on. Since Chris was also the last person to see the stranger, and had known Josh the longest and was one of the direct targets of the prank, he has the sickening feeling he's going to be the main suspect in everything the moment the police really think about it.]

Edited 2016-04-28 03:07 (UTC)

[Oh. Of course. Shit.]

Well, we'd all say we know it wasn't you. They could put us through lie detector tests or ask us all separately, and we'd all tell the same story.

[Somehow, though, she thinks even that might not be enough. But goddamn, Emily would try. And she's pretty sure the others would, too.]

Besides, Mike was the one playing fucking hero all night. [Well, once. In the basement. In regards to her.] If anyone is a suspect, it's him.

[Which may not make Chris feel any better, but it's still true. Mike was the one being reckless, while Chris took the time to ask questions and try to make things right. Well, except in the basement, but ultimately that had been Mike's choice to make.]

[He nods a little at her words because yeah, he knows the others will back him up, just as he will for them if needed, and it is a little reassuring. They're in this together, and that's their strongest defense; there are five of them with the same story, six if Jess is alive, seven if Matt is. As crazy as the story is, so many people telling it honestly makes it hard to argue with.

But that makes him wonder what would've happened if less of them had made it. If there'd only been a few of them that had gotten out, or even just one; god, what a horrible thing to imagine. A single survivor's life would be even more destroyed them theirs already are; they would've lost everyone, and no one would ever believe them, and--

Thinking about this isn't helpful. They survived. At least five of them, maybe as many as seven, made it out. They're alive, and even if their ordeal isn't over just because they got off the mountain doesn't mean there's no hope that someday they'll be okay.]

Yeah. As long as we all tell the truth, we've got a chance.

[And at least their parents are all well-off enough to afford good lawyers, especially since he knows the Washingtons will have an army of them.

At the last comment he frowns a little, understanding why she might be a little bitter about Mike, but...]

Well, hopefully they don't go after Mike either. We've all been through enough.

[Emily twists the shitty eyeliner pencil between her fingers. It's not that she wants Mike to get into trouble. It's just-- he should be made to feel as scared as she was. He should be faced with the possibility that his life could be over within moments, even if it's just 'life as he knows it' and not literally his life. And after everything that's happened here, she's a lot less mad at Chris and Ashley for what almost happened in the basement. It's only Mike she never got to work out her anger with, so it's on him that she throws all the blame. After everything, after all she'd given him, after trying to preserve their friendship after he dumped her and started dating her best friend, he still could so easily consider ending her life.

But that's not the point here, and the person she really, truly wants to hurt right now is Rhys. It doesn't matter why, and it's a lot better than thinking about that night on the mountain.]

I'm sure it'll be fine. He didn't actually murder anyone. An investigation wouldn't turn up enough evidence to lock him up.

Yeah. That's true.

[And as scary as the whole prospect is--]

Besides, it's not like um... Not like the Canadian police near Blackwood are the best at investigations.

[They could've found Hannah. They could've prevented almost everything if they'd done their jobs, and Hannah and Josh could still be alive. There's nothing they could've done for Beth, but if they hadn't been so incompetent...

But there's no use in being angry. A lot of people could've done a lot of things, and none of them did.]

Exactly. We'll be fine. Life will still be shit, but we won't go to jail.

[Which isn't exactly cheerful or optimistic, but what else can she say? It's realistic, and it's something she can count on and plan around. Life will get back on track. She'll go back to school a d get an internship and conquer the fashion world.

For now, though, her goal is to kick Rhys's ass, so she goes back to her makeup.]

How come you're not, like, dying to hurt someone?

[Yeah. It'll be difficult and stressful and probably not helpful to recovering, but the chances any of them would actually be convicted of anything is really low. They'll get through this too, and he just need to remember that whenever the whole prospect seems so frightening.

At her question he blinks once, then gives a small shrug.]

I have no idea. Maybe I just haven't met the person I'm supposed to hate? Or maybe like, the gods missed me on their checklist or something.

Maybe they just realized your poor nerdy ass would die within an hour and wouldn't even get to meet whatever poor asshole you would've been given to hate.

[Because really.]

Um, rude.

[Although--]

But uh... Yeah. Probably true.

Whatever the reason, I'm not complaining.

[The whole idea is horrifying, especially since either Emily is right and he'd end up dead an hour in or, maybe worse, he'd actually kill someone. He's a really good shot, so if he noticed his target at a distance, it's entirely possible he could actually kill someone and he'd never want to do that.]

'Probably'? Please. [Insert massive eyeroll here.]

I hope you, like, help me out if that asshole with the fireballs comes back here to try again. I'm not in the mood to burn to death.

[And she never will be. All things considered, she'd rather be shor.]

It's a good thing I don't have like, self-esteem issues.

[Because if he was the type to be hurt by a lack of faith in his ability to kill people he'd be super hurt. But the joking tone goes serious when he responds to her next comment.]

Yeah, of course. I mean, you're probably safest here anyway, with Ash's traps and us being together, so...

[So it's best if she stays in the house, really. No need to go after Rhys, out where it's dangerous.]

Chris, you'd trip over air. [As if that's all the support her argument needs.

She's doing her makeup as she replies to the rest of what he says.]

I am taking as long as I can with this. I just... I need to get out there.

[Fuck this.]

I'm pretty sure I've actually tripped over air before, so fine. You win this round.

[Curse you, Emily. And he sighs a little at that last part; he can't really understand it, but...]

Okay, well... Maybe you can think of some excuses to come back. 'Accidentally' lose your mask in the lake or something.

Thank you. [You get a ... kind of creepy grin, actually, thanks to the makeup.

And then she gives him a flat, are you shitting me stare.]

Would I ever 'accidentally' screw up a plan.

Uh, considering every aspect of the situation here, I'm gonna just say 'no, of course not.'

[He's pretty confident at this point that as terrifying as Emily looks she's more or less harmless--to him, at least--but he doesn't feel like tempting fate. Still, his response is an obvious joke.]

Edited 2016-05-02 00:25 (UTC)

Smart boy. You've got brains for more than apps in there.

Now, if you'll excuse me [she says, turning back to the mirror] I have to get back to my makeup.

[Because clearly that is the most important thing happening right now, is the application of her makeup. It's easier to think about it like that than otherwise. Becoming a slave to her perfectionism in this moment is the best bet she has to make it through the day spending as little time as possible outside and looking for that fucking asshole.]

[He rolls his eyes at that first part--thanks, Emily--but decides yeah, now that his coffee is done he's just going to bail. He wants to check up on the others and see if he can figure out some way to help prevent anyone from getting hurt.]

Yeah.

Um... Send me a message if you're out and anything happens, okay?

[Huh. Emily had planned to just scream bloody murder if something happened to her while she was out, but this might be better. If she can get to her phone, anyway.]

Sure. Don't, like, hurt yourself on your way to help me, though.

[Because he would. He would.]

Funny.

[He gives her another eyeroll on the way out of the kitchen.

But yes, he totally would.]

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