[WEEK 3 SUNDAY, POST-EXECUTION: Lucina]

[spinatalltale]

[at some point, these two are finally getting around to burning that weird. . . volleyball effigy of Lucina. they probably do it on the beach, near the bonfire, because burning an effigy near an already lit source of flame is the easiest thing to do]

[oh. and they probably have sea-salt ice cream. or at least, Magilou does. she nibbles at it idly as she watches the flames dance. but the silence is broken by--]

Hey, Lucina.

Now that we know evil Jack killed a guy, did anything weird happen on Thursday night when he was with you and Laura?

[oh]

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[spinatalltale]

Mmhm. Although, with a little more information, I think we might be able to quickly even the odds.

[or! that's what she'd like to think. the rare glint of frustration has also not gone unnoticed]

And I think so, but that's obviously easier said than done. The Wickie isn't going to come forward knowing that doing so could get them killed by the Sirens.

[rightfully]

It wouldn't be prudent, no.

[ Lucina is finding herself wishing for Laurent's clear minded, tactical counsel, or even -- even someone else.

Finishing her ice cream pop, she tosses the stick into the fires. ]

If we figured out who it was, perchance we could approach them...

[ She's thinking herself into a corner. Help. ]

[spinatalltale]

Therein lies the problem: how do we snoop out that sort of information, especially when they're likely keeping it under tight lock and key?

[SHE TRIED]

[and she isn't wrong, either]

[rightfully]

Jacopo said he was able to determine a role by simply asking.

[ It's...

Almost a suggestion! ]

[spinatalltale]

[. . . hmmmmmm HMMMMMMMMM. but a suggestion for what]

Hey. . . Lucina.

Were you being honest when you said you didn't have a role?

literal copypasta...

[rightfully]

[ Lucina meets Magilou's eyes head on, expression as school as ever. The furrowed curiosity that tampers with her brow is in response to the sudden, serious question. ]

I was.

Why do you ask?

that sure makes tagging easy!! 1/2

[spinatalltale]

I was thinking. About that effigy we're burning.

[she gestures to the fire, twirling her now-empty ice cream stick around one finger]

I speculated the other day that maybe whoever set it up was trying to tell us something. And after that trial, I though. . . well. What if they're trying to tell us the identity of someone who has a role?

[. . .]

Maybe Jack checked you, and found out you were a Siren, but couldn't actually tell anyone due to the restrictions of his role. And so. . . he set up the effigy instead.

[. . .]

[spinatalltale]

-- but that's just a silly theory! I don't actually think you'd lie to me about not having a role.

[tosses her ice-cream stick into the fire with a smile]

And if it were true, then after he was sentenced to be executed, I'm sure he could've just told everyone you were a Siren anyway!

[rightfully]

... Magilou.

[ Lucina rises from her spot, shifting to kneel at Magilou's feet. It isn't quite subservant, as she leans straight, her one hand resting in her lap. Her eyes are wide and clear, and honest.

There's no hesitation. ]

I swear to you now, I am not a siren.

[ A brief pause. ]

You've nothing to fear from me.

1/2

[spinatalltale]

[wh--]

[Lucina??]

[LUCINA???]

[spinatalltale]

[there's a joke dangling on the tip of Magilou's tongue. a lighthearted remark that would mask how weirdly touched she is by this movement. but for once-- for once-- she swallows down the humorous response for a more earnest one]

. . . if you were a Siren, I'd protect you anyway. [why, though? that isn't a question she's answer, but truthfully, it wouldn't all be for her own sake anymore] Maybe I'm just a little selfish like that.

[rightfully]

Not so selfish, to want to protect a friend.

[ And, truthfully?

Lucina is smiling to hear it. Hopefully it will not be necessary - she meant it when she denied Magilou's theory - but sweet nonetheless. ]

But, such a thing should be reciprocated. I hope you would let me protect you too, if it came down to it.

[spinatalltale]

[props her hands on her hips]

I'll allow for it. I am, after all, completely and utterly helpless.

[LUCINA IS MISSING AN ARM, MAGILOU]

Well, anyway. We all know I don't have a role now, thanks to evil Jack. So that's not something you have to worry about.

[rightfully]

[ Lucina will sit back on a log, rather than kneeling in the sand perpetually like some weirdo. ]

I wonder about what was going through his mind.

Do you truly believe he was evil?

[spinatalltale]

Haa? Oh, no.

[not evil, nope]

Evil twins and triplets are just famous literary cliches. One of the three Jacks had to be evil by nature of said cliche!

[rightfully]

He wasn't one of the twins, though. He simply had the same name as them.

[ And then, remembering something else about the execution, she adds -- ]

And the other two, well - they were in love, weren't they?

[ THEY KISSED

IT WAS WEIRD ]

[spinatalltale]

Yeah, I don't even know where to begin with those two.

[THEY DIDN'T JUST KISS THEY MADE OUT]

But hey, if that's what floats their goat. . .

[rightfully]

... floats their goat?

[ SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND ALL YOUR MODERN, NEWFANGLED PHRASES

damn kids ]

[spinatalltale]

[btw this pc is now hilarious in retrospect. thanks Jes]

Floats their goat! It's a saying, or something.

[not even the right saying, Magilou]

For whatever makes someone happy.