mcmurderer | npc kill — the things i do for you, britt

[CHOWS DOWN, then. Sorry, flamingos. She's brushing crumbs from her cheeks as she leaves the kitchen, but when she spots the cards, casts a quick glance around at her surroundings to weigh her options -

To the ballroom she goes! Sneaking all the way.

At least she's eaten, so she doesn't have to worry about her stomach growling and blowing her cover.]

[ They taste like chicken!

Inside of the ballroom, she's good enough not to make a sound. Wide openings and tall ceilings make the room look luxurious even if it seems to be halfway decorated. There are tables in the corner all decorated with hearts. There seems to be a grand stage at the back.

Looking for anything specific, girl? ]

[She'll take a cursory glance at the tables in the corner to see if there's anything in particular that stands out about the hearts, but unless there's anything particularly out of place in that area, she's headed for the stage at the back.

Maybe there's some kind of a trapdoor here...? Maybe she just wants Spoilers. This is probably where the ball she refused to go to is going to take place, after all, so she's got the somewhat optimistic idea that she can report back on whatever she finds to Ivan so he's not caught off guard by anything here.

Of course, that would require her to survive this, so that's not going to happen.]

[ No trapdoors, just lavish ass decorations.

She will see a small area labeled "do not cross" — if she does, she will see this is where the Queen will be seated. There is a placement card with an actual script involved for public speeches. The speech reads as followed:

To my esteemed guests,

While you are all brought here with different goals and different wishes — it is here that you have dedicated your unbirthdays to a noble cause. For the red roses. I thank you, truly for the celebration you allowed and continue to have take place. I am not a cruel host, so I will allow you to leave from which you came in a very short while.

So please enjoy your evening and let's encourage the roses to forever bloom crimson. ]

[Of course she crosses that line and reads the note.]

...

[Time to be petty!

Sheba brings a finger up to her mouth and bites down just enough to draw blood - then she dips her fingernail in it so that she can use the blood to cross out the "not" in "I am not a cruel host." She crosses out the "so" a moment later, scribbling in "but" just above it.

Now it reads: I am a cruel host, but I will allow you to leave from which you came in a very short while.

That's more accurate, she thinks.

That done, she gives another glance to the room, then retreats back the way she came to check on the guards' patrol - is the coast clear enough for her to make it to the bedroom?]

[ She does! Narrowly escaping, she can see that the spare bedroom actually looks... lived in..?

The blankets are not made, there's half drank wine glasses on the end table and a few books left near the nightstand — War and Peace is the only recognizable one (? coz she from fantasy world). There is a summary on the back of the book at least. ]

[can she drink the wine

because she will totally drink the wine and look at the summary on the back of the book if she can. she'll also root through the blankets in case anything got dropped or left behind. and if there are any drawers that aren't locked? she's going through them.

the queen lost all right to privacy when she had them start murdering each other tbh

(skill: invading others' privacy)]

[ It's actually chilled still! It's as if someone was just here!

There's nothing left behind — it looks slept in, for sure. The drawers don't offer anything special.

Skill: finding things no one would think to look for.

What she can gather is someone has been sleeping in dis bed.

There's nothing else of value here! ]

[HUH.

Well, time to get out of here, then...!

She'll head back to the door and peek out into the hall to try and time her escape properly against the patrols.

(Is it just her, or is this going a little too well...?)]

[ KICKS DOOR DOWN.

Did someone say things going too well? ]

I want the roses preserved. Paint the white ones red to imitate the real red roses. I can't afford to lose them.

[ As she exits out into the hall, she will see the Queen in her robe and hair undone, dragging behind her as she steps down the hallways and

right into Sheba. There's moments of being caught off guard — being absolutely floored, but she stammers. ]

G-Guards! Seize her!

[ Which, they attempt to.... ]

[HECK.

Sheba lets out a yelp as they collide, and she stumbles back a few steps, catching herself against one of the hallway's walls before bolting.

Of course, there's lots of them and only one of her, and she doesn't know the layout of this place as well as they do. Even if she does manage to get past them by ducking and weaving, it won't be long before she gets stuck at a dead end and finds herself cornered.

She casts a glance for anything useful - something that she might be able to throw or fight back with - but most likely doesn't find anything, so she balls her hands into fists.

They'll have to take her kicking and screaming. When it comes down to it, though, she's just an idiot fourteen-year-old, so that won't be difficult.]

[ It's a good struggle. She can evade the dim-witted card guards for a long while — hiding in a room before being caught or blocking her escape route.

It's not until a row of cards completely block her exit on all sides, grabbing her with force to bring her back to the Queen.

The Queen looks different — her face not as beautiful as she would have been lead to believe at her appearance. Red veins snake across her features, leading towards her eyes which were pure black. Yikes. ]

Bring her to the ballroom — bring her now! Do not let her a chance to escape!

[ And so she's dragged. ]

[Sheba struggles as she's hauled out of her hiding place and dragged back to the Queen - and when she takes in the sight of her, her gaze following the path of the veins until she settles on those cold, black eyes, she shivers.]

What are y— Hey! Let me go!

[Her struggles are ineffective; back into the ballroom they go, whether she likes it or not.]

What did you hope to accomplish here, you foolish little shrew? Speak!

[ She motions for a chair, seated right next to the Queen's royal table. Her fingers are quick, snatching up a sharp steak knife before slamming it dangerously close to her on the table. ]

You're trying to ruin the Hatter's ball, aren't you? Trying to overthrow the festivities...? No, no, no — no, you won't.

[Yyyyyyyyyikes.

Sheba flinches when the Queen slams that steak knife into the table. The woman has more force behind that blow than she'd expected of her - and that knife looks really sharp...

She takes a breath.]

I'm just trying to make sure that the people who show up won't be walking into a trap! Who would just trust a Mad Hatter at their word?!

Is it not the mouse who is at fault for his greed? [ what if there WAS a trap. :/ Either way, she looks to the girl with a vain disgust. ]

The letter read quite pleasant, if I say. The Hatter welcomes you for a joint party... Tch. I can not wait you foreigners to be gone.

Some of them are only showing up because they're afraid of what will happen if they don't! You can't call that greed.

[Or, well, she can, but Sheba will disagree with her until she's blue in the face. "Annoying," indeed.]

If you want us to be gone that badly, then send us home. It can't be that hard.

npc kill — the things i do for you, britt

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