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WHITE BOARD

[shslliar]

[Ouma's got this.]

[Nobody seems to have died yesterday (thankfully) so he'll be at the giant whiteboard with an eraser and dry erase markers. He erases the numbers and re-positions the pictures, blatantly disregarding the list in favor of a flowchart.]

Phone tag w an expired paid Yolo

[aquamarined]

What's this about, Ouma-kun...?

Woot.

[shslliar]

[He looks over his shoulder.]

Oh, hey Kanan-chan! I'm just keeping tabs on where everyone is right now, vote and relationship wise.

[Looking at his handiwork...] Y'know, it's a little easier to tell who might vote for who based on how well they get along. Plus, we can keep track of the attacks that have been happening recently. Pretty smart, huh?

[aquamarined]

[ scratching her chin ]

Care to go over some of it with me? I'm not sure I understand all of it...

[shslliar]

Really? You're not able to figure it out yourself?

[aquamarined]

Well... I mean I know that all of these have the vote amounts and statuses of everyone. Corrin and Niles are married. Aoi, Hanyuu, and Hannah are... Not doing well.

Detective Gumshoe and Kay-chan work together at home... what about Matt-san and Kishibe-sensei? Do you think they're rivals...? Against...

... Simon.

[ cue frowning bc Matt is SO SHADY and she's Disappointed. ]

... I didn't think Matt-san was a bad person...

[shslliar]

[Good job, you figured it out.]

I'm going off what I saw here, but wouldn't it be a little bit suspicious if these two worked together on an elaborate rock opera that made fun of Simon?

[He'll leave out the fact that the song was all Rohan's idea.]

[aquamarined]

Kishibe-sensei and Simon were here during the last round. I don't think they got along back then either.

Though he's pretty terse with everyone.

[shslliar]

The last round?

Don't tell me this is your second time playing this game...

[aquamarined]

Nope. It's information that I gathered!

[ In her trusty notepad. ]

I told Detective Gumshoe I'd get information even if I'm up here. I remembered seeing Kishibe-sensei and Aoi-san talking to him and mentioning the 'last game'.

[shslliar]

[Ooooh!]

Why didn't you tell me sooner? I could always use another spy to help me with the recordkeeping.

[She doesn't have that notebook on her, does she?]

[prayerwheel]

[ She's not normally one to eavesdr--okay she is totally one to eavesdrop, not like she ever alerts people to her presence, Madame Lineface over here. ]

...he cheated me out of a vote. I'd have been dead if Mion didn't step up.

[ so. definitely a Bad Person in her book, Kanan. she's not bitter, what are you talking about.

And then, turning to Ouma: ]

Rohan wrote the song himself, anyway. He just handed us the script.

[aquamarined]

[ Notepad out, Kana begins to write. And she is making a lot of :( faces. ]

I really wanted to help him, too. He's the one who has been dropping votes behind everyone's backs. I'm still suspicious about what happened to me.

Matt betrayed Natsuhi-san too. I'm happy that you ended up here, Azura-san...

If Kishibe-sensei wrote the song, then Matt and Simon must already have known each other?

[shslliar]

Most likely.

[He's just chiming in here.]

Last time I got to talk to Matt, he had on handcuffs. Simon must have done that to him.

[prayerwheel]

He was the one who let Natsuhi die? And you think he was responsible for sending you here?

[ Her jaw tightens, frown deepening. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

[looking it over later]

This is pretty thorough! You're keeping track of... votes?

[shslliar]

Yup!

[He's happy to see ya, Miriam!]

Votes and anything else that might effect them. Might as well keep track of what's going on out there.

[cardboard_journalism]

This is good stuff! Have you ever considered becoming a journalist yourself, Ouma? That'd be a lot better than... what was it? World Conquerer?

[shslliar]

You mean Supreme Leader.

[He's actually considering it. Probably.]

Well, since I don't plan on going back to that awful murder school, I might as well. Why, are you trying to recruit me to your newspaper club?

[cardboard_journalism]

Same diff! Anyway... I'd be open to that! Sss, sss, sss. Of course, you'd have to pay your dues.

...Er, I mean, figuratively. Not that I'd literally ask you to give me money.

[shslliar]

[Sure he wouldn't. He leans in, eyeing her with a raised brow.]

Then what, exactly, did you wanted to be paid in? Were you trying to ask me out or something?

[cardboard_journalism]

Pfft. Hardly!

Sss, sss, sss. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy your company, but you're just not my type.

No, I mean if you're going to join the Newspaper Club, you've got to work your way up to doing actual... you know, reporting! Like folding papers, delivering papers, getting more equipment, covering fluff stories like what's going on in the Flower Arranging Club that I'll probably shove on page C8. That sort of thing.

Then... THEN... you could start reporting on the big stuff and work on getting to the front page.

[shslliar]

Whaaat? You're asking the leader of a secret organization to do gruntwork?

[It's hard to tell if he's really that disappointed. After all, he still had some time to consider his options.]

[cardboard_journalism]

Yep! Gotta climb the ladder. It's how not-so-secret organizations work! Besides... it's nothing I haven't done myself.

[mostly because she was the entirety of the Newspaper Club for the past few years and she needed to]

[shslliar]

[Ouma pouts at her for a while, before grumbling...]

Rgh... Fine. I need to keep cover somehow if I'm gonna have to avoid this mess again.

[Is she observant enough to notice how much he seems to be exaggerating his fustration here?]