#kiana vc play it cool pretend u didnt eat shit round 1 in front of this guy

[voidrifter]

@everlastingeccentric asked:

Your scene is: You have received clear instructions to dispose of the resources that just arrived. A little strange, but orders are orders. Maybe they just ordered too much. It’s not your place to think.

The Wanderer appears awfully distracted before this scene begins. Isn't this the girl that died to a slime? The strange coincidence nags at his mind even after getting into character. He and his companion stood in a set meant to resemble a dock lit like nighttime, the tub of water they were elevated above containing a mechanism to make it appear as though there were choppy waves lapping at the shore. Holding up a lantern, the vagrant youth--sparing Kiana a glance--looks confusedly at a cargo shipment that came with very specific instructions. "Well, orders have changed. They need three of these crates to go." Why'd they bother to send them over, then? he chides the script. Whatever. Just push them out at sea, or immolate them, or both for thoroughness… The Wanderer's persistent, frustrated curiosity begins to overtake his thoughts. This girl's casual reappearance, the unknown purpose of this event, and his own fixation on finding use for the useless all converge to create an out-of-character question: "…Shouldn't hurt to sneak a peek at what's inside then, right?" What if it's something more sinister than expected? Wouldn't that be interesting?

Kiana waits as instructed, hands in her jacket pockets and whistling an idle tune. She recognizes her company, rather unfortunately considering the circumstances of their last meeting. Really, she was kind of just hoping that had been a dream.

Oh well, she's got a part to play.

White brows raise, then furrow. "Send them over?" She echoes, confused, then shakes her head. "No, no no, that can't be right. These are like, super important." Not a really compelling act, this one.

But her partner, she's quickly realized, has disrupted their little script. That is kind of the game, after all, and she's got no choice but to follow along. Sidling over to him, she peers down at the prop crates with narrowed eyes.

"Why would anyone want to dispose of really important supplies so suddenly?" Shit, think Kiana! "Unless..."

She knows full well the crates aren't full of anything that matters, because this is all a game and the sets were put together by volunteers that are probably half her age, but she's committed to it now. A huff to free the nearest crate of its lid, for the grand reveal of a bunch of packing peanuts and a few odds and ends to give them a little bit of weight. Kiana bends down, rifles around a moment, and emerges once more with a shovel.

"A murder weapon..."