} 014 - more private messages, I'M SORRY SHE'S SO CLOSED OFF WHILE PLANNING THINGS D:

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[Private to Blonsky]
The device is finished, but I've hit a snag. The only way we'll catch Clapet off-guard is when he's leaving Warren's room, which is several floors below mine. The man is huge; there's no way we could bring him to the game quickly enough to avoid being noticed.

Warren is on your floor, and I say we bring the game to him. Can we

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Private

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When he begins to cut himself, his warden's item will probably lead him to your room. If it doesn't, but he survives anyway, he'll be able to take his warden back there himself. You are likely to be found out. It's too late to back out now, but I want you to be aware of this.

I'm going to bring the device to your room piece-by-piece and reconstruct it there over the coming days. Give me a time when I can enter your room with the least risk of being seen.

Private - lunch-spam? she wants to give him his present :D

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I'll start today. There's something I need to give you, so be there.

SPAM

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[She knocks quietly on his door, duffel bag in hand.]

SPAM

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[Giving him a slight nod, she strides past him and sets her bag on the floor. She hauls out a few fairly large items--what looks like a digital postage scale, a deconstructed system case for an old computer, a few things not as readily recognizable--and a baggie of what few tools she has along with plenty of nuts, bolts and the like.

Before she starts to piece everything back together, however, she also produces a crumpled brown paper bag from her pile of gear and tosses it to him.]

Merry fucking Christmas.

[Inside the bag, he would find his own Jigsaw-style pig mask. She points at the package.]

Don't do anything to disgrace it.

SPAM

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[WHYYYY DID YOU SAY THAT, BLONSKY. Amanda gives him a dangerous look and steps closer.]

Those "stupid-looking pig masks" were worn by the Jigsaw group when we kidnapped our test subjects. It made us recognizable. It gave us a single face.

[She takes another step towards him. There's a vein standing out near her temple, and her hands are clenched into fists. She uncurls one to point at him again, jabbing at the air violently.]

Getting one of your own is a fucking honor, and you're going to wear it when we jump Clapet. Got that?

SPAM

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This isn't up for debate.

[Turning away from him, she returns to her gear and kneels on the floor beside it. She continues to unpack, being louder and more forceful about it than strictly necessary.]