cool motive, still murder

[niffin]

Who: Alice Quinn (niffin), Alan Bradley (alan_1), and you
When: 17th - 22nd-ish.
Where: The Hold, where you hold stuff. 
What: Post-trial. Alice is hanging out in the hold, because apparently convincing minors to arm disastrous deadly traps is frowned upon outside of Jumanji. 
Warnings: Probable discussion of character death and violence

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We can snail crawl along together

[notpatsy]

"We definitely have a star-crossed kind of thing going."

Trish slowly goes to sit down next to Alice on the bed, not sure what to say or do, only knowing that she wants to do something.

"What was so interesting about the ceiling?"

Honestly what else is there to do in here but stare at nothing, really?

[niffin]

"I don't know how often you've been in here," It's something of an effort not to shift away, but she manages. "But there's a sound every now and then. A chime. I've been trying to pinpoint the direction. It's not exactly — it doesn't work quite like a normal sound, from what I can tell."

She has a guess at what it's coming from, but that's the kind of inference you can count on, not at all. Alice falls silent, massaging her wrist. There's a band of skin there, slightly discoloured.

"You know what the craziest thing is? About all this?"