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[queenlymacbeth]

WHO: The new wol- I mean Ivan and Rory
WHEN: 15th of November
WHERE: Ivan's office
WHAT: For some, the game doesn't end when they wake up.

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[das_vedanya]

It took three shots of espresso that morning to breathe motivation into each footstep. Two more to walk out the door that morning, and a stop at Starbucks between his second and third client to properly understand Mr. Kawamura when the man buried his face into one of Ivan's throw pillows. The apartment always smelled like coffee, as Ion took extra care to rise twenty minutes before his "bed partner" and prepare it. When he though he passed Alfred on the way to work, however, he dismissed it for caffeine deprivation and proceeded to another helping of anti-sleep medication upon reaching his office.

When he saw the name Rory on his schedule, he could not dismiss it as an illusion as he'd done with Alfred. He could not dismiss that red hair, those eyes, that expression, that face... he'd seen her, quite literally, in his dreams every night for the past three weeks, but somehow seeing her in person made it shocking. She was not covered in blood, grime, tears, apathy... anything but. Normalcy. Dark bags under her eyes.

"R-Rory...?"

[queenlymacbeth]

Maybe it was the same. Eyes widening in surprise, Rory stood there awkwardly for a moment, fingers twitching. "Hello..." She murmured as she gave into the urge and grasped at Ivan's arm, squeezing gently to see if he was real. She wanted to pull him close, to hold and coo over him like she had in the moments of calm within the game. "Fuck..." She looked at Ivan and then at herself

[das_vedanya]

"I... haven't run into any of them yet, Rory, but..." he leaned against the desk, hands flat on the surface, and curved forward at the small of his back to let his hair hang over his eyes. His knees were weak, it was as if his nightmare was becoming a reality. "We've won. The rabbits had their chance two days ago to catch us, but they guessed wrong and killed that Mr. Robertson and his partner. We have only--..." he lowered his voice, fearing that Raivis would overhear. He did not continue speaking until his feet carried him to the opposite side of Rory to pull the door shut and locked with a series of clicks and clacks.

"There are only three left for us to kill. We have the two rabbits..." his voice sank another notch in volume... predatory, more dangerous. "I'm going to kill Gilbert tonight Rory."

[queenlymacbeth]

"I won't stop you." In all honesty she'd like to be the one to do the deed but something in his tone told it was best not to argue. "Good thing I found that pipe then?" She asked, her own voice getting quieter. Fingers twitched again as she leaned closer to Ivan. "I take it you'll be going to your Alfred afterwards?"

She had already moved Arthur out of that clue room, Peter out of the room he had died in too. Both were now in room 3, Dewi's room. His unknown partner had been moved into another that she couldn't recall. Not that she cared, her brothers were together in death. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the thoughts, the voices she did in an attempt to mimic her brothers, the taste of Arthur slowly rotting skin whenever she bit at him, hoping for a reaction.

Rory swayed slightly, turning green as she grasped at Ivan's jacket. "The sooner he's dead, the sooner we sleep...the sooner I can actually look at my brothers." She wondered if Arthur or Dewi had figured out who the gifts were from yet.

[das_vedanya]

"My plan is to take on Gilbert myself. There are only two rabbits left, and obviously... since they know they're rabbits, they already know that it's us. We'll have to kill them... humanely, maybe. Though it seems that every method I choose Gilbert takes to extremities." Somehow 'drown them' turns into a game for Gilbert, prolonging death and suffering as long as possible. It took every fiber of Ivan's being not to rib out the Prussian's heart whenever he ventured into the room for the names of the next victims. "We'll kill Gilbert, and then we have to insure that this 'game'" - his forefingers and middle fingers twitched to emphasize the vocal quotations about the word - "never takes place again."

He paced up until there was only two feet between him and the Scot. "Da, I will... be seeing Alfred after all of this is over. I'm sure your brothers won't detest you for what you have done since... it is a dream and nothing more."

[queenlymacbeth]

Rory hummed as she thought through methods, "Humanely probably is too much to ask for. Something quick and awkward that Gilbert can't risk prolonging might be better...for the rabbits anyway. Lethal injection maybe?" It could work, Gilbert would need to make sure that he had the right vain to inject with the poison, no time for tormenting especially as it means things could back fire on him, one of the rabbits getting a hold of one of the syringes perhaps

[das_vedanya]

"We need to prolong it," Ivan mentioned after a shuddering silence. "Preferably prolong it in a way that I can involve myself in, so we can corner Gilbert." A small smile. "And you can leave it to me. My hands weren't exactly clean to begin with, so it would make no difference how much more blood I stained them with."

He carefully accepted her card as if it would shatter into a million and a half pieces if he held it too firmly. "I'd offer you one of my cards, but for obvious reasons I don't have my personal information on it lest a client goes insane and decides to track me down - ha." He lifted a card from his desk and scribbled his real cell phone number on the back of it. "It's come to the point where I cannot tell between reality and the dream. They both seem so real and so fake... it's like, when I wake up in one of them, the other feels like a dream." Ivan drifted off and met Rory's eyes, slipping his card into her fingers, and lowering his head in apology. "I'm sorry I-I'm... rambling."

[queenlymacbeth]

"Have we used hanging?" She asked, tilting her head in thought. The only time she could think of was within their own game when they were still rabbits. "Gilbert would need a hand with that surely."

Reading over the number, she couldn't help but smile as Ivan spoke. "Oh I know what you mean but it will be over soon." She said looking at the Russian from under her eyelashes as she twirled card between her fingers before placing it into her pocket. "How can it be the real world when you're suppose to be dead in it, aye?" Ruffling her hair awkwardly, she bit at her lip. "I guess we'll find out which is real world then?" She said, raising an eyebrow at him.

[das_vedanya]

"I hate to suggest it, but... bludgeoning. It takes a long while to kill someone by bludgeoning them... and we can solicit Gilbert's help." As she stashed his card into her pocket, Ivan felt the need to do the same to his. "We're all supposed to die eventually, Rory. None of us know why, or how, but we all hope that it will be peacefully in our sleep at a ripe old age. And tonight, when we finally corner Gilbert and win this game, we will find out if we're meant to die or not."