Private Convo with Beatrice, Saturday, approximately 12-PM

[caineraisingproject]

Keenan slept like a log. That was terrifying in and of itself.

And two of the people he had spoken to mentioned surviving a world with games like this one - one of them actually admitting to being the mastermind of a murder mystery.

He's not sure why he's reaching out to that self-described Witch. Maybe it was her standing offer of listening to her story and believing it, although that wasn't too hard to find. Maybe it was wanting to trade his story for hers. And maybe...

Probably it was wanting to survive, and wanting pointers from someone who had experience. Keenan was willing to admit he was that cynical.

Which is why he slipped an invitation to the lunch and poker game under her door, adding "If you want to hear my story, come early."

If she comes - when she comes - he's in the kitchen, slicing a whole bunch of tomatoes.

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[awitchdidit]

"I can certainly make more educated guesses," she says, shrugging, "and I'm always willing to consider the game from my opponent's perspective. What they want, though, and even who they are..."

She's still not sure the doctor isn't just a pretty face or a patsy, after all.

"Like I said, educated guesses. I can say what I would do, but I make no guarantees."

[caineraisingproject]

"Still one of the only ones with a flashlight while we're groping in the dark," Keenan says.

And now he's layering on the bacon.

"I'm not saying I trust you. I'm saying that until you earn that trust, I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt. It's... worked so far, and my world's got a bad case of paranoia. Not sure what that's worth from some punk teenager, but there you go."