Private Threads (R5)

[nachetanya]

This is the post where Tsubasa and Nachetanya have private threads leading up to Case 4/their deaths.

- Week 2, Tuesday Evening (after the Meeting)
- Week 2, Friday Evening (after the Afterparty, semi-nsfw)
- Week 3, Wednesday Morning (semi-nsfw)
- Week 3, Thursday Evening (semi-nsfw)
- Week 4, Wednesday Evening (after King's Game, semi-nsfw, title's wrong oops)
- Week 4, Thursday Evening (KILL LOG)

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[nachetanya]

Of course, hypothetically.

[ . . Mmmm ]

That's true, though. That's fascinating, that you can do that in that world... Under Piena's circumstances, I suppose I would need to secretly spirit a man to my bed.

[ she sounds oddly calm about all this ]

[halleberry]

How very scandalous.

[ It's just an offhand remark, but Tsubasa can't help but think that this whole situation is filled with complications. Practically, it's a difficult situation, that much is clear.

They both can be as fascinated as they want, but, this has the potential to go quite negatively, if it blossoms further. It's quite the risk. Someone down the line might get hurt, but there isn't much she can do in the way of damage control.

She adjusts her glasses. ]

It's like something out of a fantasy novel.

[nachetanya]

I don't know who would bother to write a novel like this. It's hardly an uplifting situation.

[ and they come into the art room now, Nachetanya squeezing Tsubasa's hand. But as she does... she leans in a little to whisper to the other: ]

Did that make you jealous at all?

[halleberry]

That's what makes it good drama. A novel has to have a conflict. We just happen to have multiple conflicts, of varying urgency.

[ None of their situations are particularly improving, after all. ]

No comment.

[nachetanya]

Ooooh, I had hoped for a "yes,"

[ but oh well. Now they're here, she releases the others hand, and looks around the room. She tilts her head, and walks over towards the clay...? That said, a novel needs conflict... huh ]

But a novel needs a protagonist. I don't know if we have any one hero involved in our situation. I can't even think of who would fill the role.

[halleberry]

I know what you hoped for.

[ She's just not going to get it out of her that easily. She's more than content to just observe what Nachetanya's doing. ]

I'm almost surprised you don't consider yourself to be one. You don't think you're the main character of your story?

But on a more general level, that's not necessarily true. A novel can have many protagonists, and antagonists, for that matter.

[nachetanya]

I don't know if you can fairly call the predicament that all twenty-eight of us are in "my story," that's all! To call me the protagonist... you must really be dazzled by me, if that's the case.

[ She laughs a little at it. ]

[halleberry]

I didn't say I thought you were. I said I was surprised that you didn't.

But I do think you're one of them. Then again, I think we all are. I don't think any one of us are fit to be "supporting characters".

It's your story, and mine. Along with everyone else's.

[nachetanya]

[ She opens up a drawer, exposing some clay. ]

I think I agree. I still don't think that would make a very good novel, but I agree that's the case.

[halleberry]

I think it'd make a fine one. It might be a touch long but, it has a bit of everything. Conflict, suspense, a thrilling narrative, a mystery...

I'd read it. You wouldn't?

[nachetanya]

If it's that long and with so many characters to keep track of... not to mention an uncertain ending...

I'm not sure I would, honestly.

[ she picks up some clay. ]

[halleberry]

I didn't know you liked predictable stories, Nachetanya. You must have boring taste in literature.

[nachetanya]

I'm actually less well read than you'd expect.

[ she says, bringing some clay over to one of the tables. ]

A little under-developed in all the creative arts, actually! You'll have to teach me.

[halleberry]

I'm not sure how long I can continue to call myself fascinated in someone who doesn't engage themselves with stories. You're treading a thin line, my friend.

[ Nonetheless, she'll pull out a chair for her. ]

But I suppose even if you did, most of the books I'd talk about would go over your head regardless, so I suppose you'll get a pass, just this once. Anyone else would've been out right there.

[nachetanya]

I engage! [ she pouts a little. ] I simply didn't have a great chance to read much more than what I needed to know for statecraft, and then classic education, and then martial prowess, and then my saint abilities... There wasn't as much time.

[ She shrugs ]

And I'm a little action-oriented.

[halleberry]

I understand. Unlike me, it isn't as though you quite have the leisure to stay in the library until closing every day.

[ She really misses it. ]

And yet, even in spite of that, you have a good head on your shoulders.

[nachetanya]

Not to mention if that in-vitro thing is possible for you, your science is beyond my understanding of even what's possible with magic.

[ She'll be starting to make... maybe a bowl? With this clay.

... she should have wetted her hand.

Not that she knows. ]

[halleberry]

[ ...She still can't believe they were legitimately discussing that. Good grief. Why did she even bring it up? ]

You shouldn't say that. I'm positive that for all of the science we have, there are still things you could do with magic that are far beyond our understanding. Then again, I suppose to someone unfamiliar, advanced science would probably look a lot like magic, and, er...

[ ...Still, she was wondering what she was going to do with that... ]

...Nachetanya, have you never worked with clay before?

[ Cute... ]

[nachetanya]

... Not really? I've never been a potter.

[ . . is that even the word? ]

[halleberry]

[ It is! ]

...Guess I'll have to teach you that, too.

[ She doesn't particularly look like she minds it. ]

[nachetanya]

Yes, please do. And forgive my lack of stimulation for you tonight.

[ Intellectually, of course. ]