Room 512- Thursday afternoon

[inaskinnyway]

Susan had been attempting a letter to her grandfather when the giggling started. At first she'd stopped, waited to see if the giggling would continue, and when it didn't she simply resumed her writing.

Then it started again. "All right, come on out," she said, though she wasn't sure what exactly she was talking to.

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[wesleynotponcy]

"Good god," breathed an appalled Wesley from the hallway, witnessing this sight.

Wesley had just had several rather terrifying experiences with these dolls, so you had to understand his shock, Susan.

[inaskinnyway]

Susan looked up from the book. "It's been an interesting afternoon."

[wesleynotponcy]

"You're... reading to it?"

Wesley had just killed about twenty of these things, okay.

[inaskinnyway]

"It seems to like it, and I like her not trying to stab me," explained Susan.

[wesleynotponcy]

"...I see." He didn't see. "And... that's their weakness, then?"

It seemed a bit of a silly weakness to him. Some sort of perfect happiness clause seemed much more efficient.

[inaskinnyway]

"I doubt that. I simply talked her into putting the knife down and paid her some attention and now we seem to get along fine." Susan's tone added, And it had better stay that way.

[wesleynotponcy]

Wesley cleared his throat and pointedly did not mention his... rather rash strategy.

"Well, it certainly seems effective," he said. "Well done."

[inaskinnyway]

"Thank you," she said with a nod. "I was not expecting this from my day."

[wesleynotponcy]

"No, nor I," Wesley agreed emphatically. "Though truly, it's been long enough since the island's offered us, er, guests of this nature that we ought to have been more prepared for it."

[inaskinnyway]

Susan arched an eyebrow. "This happens a lot?"

[wesleynotponcy]

"Were you here for the mechanical spiders?" Wesley wondered. "Or the, ah, talking vegetables last year?"

[inaskinnyway]

"I don't believe I was," she said. "Or if so, I didn't have any encounters."

[wesleynotponcy]

"Well," Wesley said. "I'm sure it will come as no surprise that this isn't the first time the island's seen fit to supply us with unfriendly visitors that really have no business being animate and sentient."

That was really an oddly specific description there, Wes.

[inaskinnyway]

Susan's gaze flicked towards the doll.

The doll blinked.

"They would probably disagree with that."

[wesleynotponcy]

A beat.

"This one seems friendlier than most, at least?" Wesley offered. Mainly because he didn't want it to try to kill him.

[inaskinnyway]

"I'd go with currently less murderous myself," she said, and put the book down to reach and grab the knife that the doll had been holding before. "I confiscated it."