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[wormwoodandgall]

Diogenes has laid out an assortment of objects on the table in the living room.

First, there is a Rondel dagger, shining softly on a red cloth.

Second, there is a book -- T.S. Eliot's Wasteland, to be specific -- open to a certain page.

And third, there is a small amount of a white powder, sitting on a sheet of paper

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[nubesprocellae]

There's the sound of something small but obviously breakable hitting the door and shattering before the reply from behind the door, a calm "Yes?" follows it.

[wormwoodandgall]

He opens the door then, unlocking it. The table just happens to be in view of the bedroom, so that if Viola looked out, she would see the various objects laid out on it.

"I have all the time in the world, Lady Viola, but unfortunately, you do not." Diogenes says just as calmly, gesturing at the table.

[nubesprocellae]

She'll glance out, of course -- her expression's just a touch too calm and it belies the undercurrent of fear she's feeling. She still faces him defiantly, the faintest of glares on her face. "Oh?"

[wormwoodandgall]

Diogenes leans against the table.

"Pick your poison," is all he says.