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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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[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.

No, Gilbert would probably shoot the rabbits before allowing that to happen.

"Hm, you obviously get on with your own siblings than I do." She said, a bitter smile on her lips. The fact that it had been easier to act like an older sister for Ivan the past few weeks than she for the years she had known Dewi, Arthur and Peter was not lost on her. She might of cried when Arthur had died (a small voice in her head insisted that it was just stress of what had been happening rather than actual grief) and managed to get her brothers together in a room but...

Fingers twitched as she forced them by her side before looking at Ivan. "Listen, until your sister comes back if you need someone to talk to then...what I mean...oh fuck it." she hissed, pulling out her wallet and taking out one of the old business cards from when she still worked at La Maison, scoring out all bar the mobile number before writing her informal email and home address on the back. "J'st encase." she explained, handing Ivan the card and giving him a helpless shrug. "Ah like bein' around you."

[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."