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[ch. 3] post-execution, w/ evan
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There isn't really any bracket text distraught enough to describe how Veronica feels right now.
Evan will find her carrying two bottles of liquor, presumably pilfered from the kitchen so she can get drunk elsewhere. She's obviously been crying, and she doesn't bother to conceal this fact when she spots him.
After a beat:]
... I'm going to the earth suite if you want to join me.
[She's emo.]
There isn't really any bracket text distraught enough to describe how Veronica feels right now.
Evan will find her carrying two bottles of liquor, presumably pilfered from the kitchen so she can get drunk elsewhere. She's obviously been crying, and she doesn't bother to conceal this fact when she spots him.
After a beat:]
... I'm going to the earth suite if you want to join me.
[She's emo.]
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... That's good to know. [It's going to be unpleasant, but not as unpleasant as it could be.] How, um... How do you want me to do this?
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[He says this like it's obvious.]
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Evan, you don't count for your own objective.
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I'm not... asking you all to do something I'm not willing to do myself.
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[He takes a breath.]
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Fine. [More or less spitting that out. This isn't over. :/] But if I'm letting you do this, I want a favor from you, too.
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[which, okay. however—]
But... If I tell you what my new objective is, you're going to guess my title right away. So— [...] I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours?
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Go for it. I'll tell you mine.
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[Which is Fun, truly.]
... I'm assuming you're Peter Pan from your objective, but I'm probably wrong.
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...No, you're not wrong.
[But also, that's. Concerning.]
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[She was lowkey hoping for another villain, considering how badly they need to watch each other's back... but. Okay. She nods.]
I, um... There's going to be a patch of ice in the kitchen tomorrow. [A beat. And she cringes.] I... I need you to slip and hit yourself hard enough to bruise. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but...
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[There's barely a moment of hesitation before he nods.]
Yeah, sure. Of course.
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—Wait, what. Really?
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Um, yeah. Why not...?
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