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]

Beatrice isn't so rude as to turn down an invitation, although she has to wonder if Keenan's calmed down at all from the shock at her implications the previous day. In between her supply-runs, she heads to the kitchen for lunch...previously-purloined steak knife secured in her dress at the small of her back just in case he intends to be proactive and judges her a likely culprit. Not that she'd blame him.

"I must say, I'm glad someone is being thoughtful about cooking," she says as a means of announcing herself entering the kitchen. "I'm not sure we can entirely rely on the 'personnel' for food needs."