week 3; thursday

[scythegun]

[Top Dollar will find a letter slipped under his door, like before. It's written in the same elegant handwriting, though it looks a bit rushed this time.]

Please meet me in my room. I need to discuss this with someone.
-Y

[You'll find that he's left the door open so you can let yourself in. Yeager's currently working on something at the desk, though it looks like he hasn't been very successful given how many crumpled sheets of paper there are.]

Comments

[scythegun]

[Yeager's has been exactly that nice as well, actually! It's good to be prepared, just in case.]

It's bizarre, honestly. I've never had that problem with any of my employees and one of them was the most insane person I've ever met. It's so strange that so many people would want to torture him.

[We're surrounded by crazy people, Top Dollar.]

[devilsnight]

...I mean, I run into that problem a lot, but at least my guys all know that if it's happening I don't want to hear about it.

[YES. YES WE ARE.]

[scythegun]

It's a bit ridiculous, ja? At least everyone seems to have settled on that now.

[devilsnight]

Of course, I don't really see how what they're wanting to do is any better.

[...The whole...chain-him-up-and-leave-him-to-die thing.]

[scythegun]

Frankly, neither do I. I have no doubt that we'll revisit the issue after someone else dies. I'm assuming it'll be soon as well, since most murders happen around this time.

[devilsnight]

[...]

You still got that key on you? The one Sandra gave you.

[scythegun]

Ja, I do. I'm not helping, but if you want into the room I'll let you in.

[devilsnight]

Won't need your help, just need the key. I'm guessing he'll be a bit more willing to behave after a few days in there.

[Don't worry, he's not going to make you talk to the guy.]

I might need your help with something in a bit, though. Just to give you some advance warning.

[scythegun]

What is it? I can't say I offer up my services for free!

[But he's joking, probably.]

[devilsnight]

Let's say I got a present from Sandra myself recently.

[And surely we've recognized a pattern here by now, regarding those.]

[scythegun]

Oh, did you? That's interesting.

[That's one way to describe it.]

So how can I assist you? I can certainly search your room, but I'm assuming an alibi would be a bit more useful for you, ja?

[devilsnight]

Assuming things go to hell and I don't have one, yeah. I'm not worried about anything that's in my room - I'd prefer that people not go through my shit, but I get that that isn't an option.

[scythegun]

No, no, I understand entirely. I'll take care of everything I can. It certainly would be a shame to lose you to everyone's idiocy now!

[devilsnight]

Good to know the part where I'm not going to murder anyone at this point goes without saying.

[scythegun]

Of course it does! I'd be sincerely disappointed if you were stupid enough to act on a motive!

[devilsnight]

[Oh, for fuck's sake.]

Would you, now.

[scythegun]

Ja, of course! Do you really think I wouldn't care at all if you passed due to an act that idiotic?

[devilsnight]

Actually, no, because that'd be entirely my own goddamn fault.

[scythegun]

Oh, I certainly wouldn't blame anyone but you. But it would be a shame to learn that you'd be that stupid!

[devilsnight]

Jesus Christ. Keep this up and I may actually think you give a fuck.

[scythegun]

That certainly would be awful, I can't have you thinking that I care!

[devilsnight]

Don't worry, I'll hold my fuckin' assumptions back.

[...]

You got everything you needed to out of your damn system now, or...?

[That's about the closest he's getting to asking if you're okay, buddy.]

[scythegun]

[He knows. It's appreciated.]

Ja, I did! I needed to just... get everything out, I suppose!

[devilsnight]

Good to know.

[And it...is, really. Somehow. Huh.

God, he's got to quit doing this with people around here.]

I'm not all that used to people talking to me about stuff like this, but it's not too bad, I guess.

[scythegun]

Neither am I, honestly. I'm certainly not used to talking about it either! It's a bit uncomfortable.

[HE TRIED...]