And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

[neverheardofhim]

[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]

[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]

[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]

Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.

[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]

[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]

Comments

[quadruples]

Also better than most people; I wasn't that close to them, either. [ He tips the bottle and pours sake into Chiyuki's awaiting glass. ]

But I feel a little bad for sending Alani to her death when she did it to save the lives of billions.

[stepout]

Thanks. [ Actual sake... Alani would've been excited, she's sure. ]

...And yeah, same here. Kyrie might've been without much or any remorse, but she'd wanted to get back to her family and make sure they were safe, too. [ Family... good reasons... mmmmm. ] Not quite as "for the greater good" as Alani, but I didn't think it was that bad of a reason, either.

[ ...is this going to be it every week, every culprit having something she can't hate them for? ]

[quadruples]

I don't think I can forgive Kyrie for what she did, but I can't bring myself to hate her. This situation is messed up and wrong.

[ A part of him is wondering if this game will wear him down and push him toward murder one day; he doesn't want to kill anyone, but who knows what will happen in the future and what being here will do to him. ]

I wonder how many of us will make it out of here alive. I don't think the murders are going to stop anytime soon.

[stepout]

[ She can't forgive her either, but it's not hard to sympathize. Not now. ]

Hopefully more than two. [ ...that's a little low-balling, hold on. ] More than a handful.

[ Better. ]

[quadruples]

I don't like sounding pessimistic, but I feel like we're going to lose at least half our number.

[ Possibly more. He sighs, raking a hand through the front of his hair. ]