[she's absolutely not paying attention. SHE'S JUST REALLY SAD RIGHT NOW.
also she's trying to think. what can she do? she can't let this happen. she's still aware of herself, so there has to be something -- something I can do]
...Are these from the barbecue?
[it feels like eons ago. but Manwol will accept her tea cup and take a quick nervous sip, trying to think.]
[Manwol looks at the pastry. And even though she's not hungry, she takes a bite of it. Because this is what she always does. No matter what happens, she eats something. She reminds herself to eat. Because eating is what the living does, and sometimes she can pretend that she too is alive.
Anyway, she actually stress-eats her pastry pretty fast, leaving crumbs all over her plate.]
...It tastes really good, Maya. [...she really hopes these were poisoned. would it be kinder to maya if she died here and now?
no. it's not over yet.
she drinks more of her tea. glances at Maya's hands. a brief static image of the past rises up in her mind. painting maya's nails.]
You're really skilled. When did you learn how to bake?
[ it's a bit burnt and misshapen actually... tastes good, though. ]
[ they are not actually poisoned, she had intended to try to get manwol to let her guard down a little, but she's going with this so easily maya's almost at a loss for how to proceed. she takes a small sip of her tea, but leaves the pastry ]
[ she has all night, though, right? and it's going to take some time for the painkillers and the sleeping pills to kick in. so... there's no rush. maybe she can try to make manwol's last memory on this side a happy one ]
... I, ah... well, I've had to take care of myself since I was pretty young, but... before I was here, I was in a town kind of like this one and I actually.... had fake memories, of being a baker for five years...
.... Even if the memories were fake, I guess.. the skill stayed with me.
It was also... run by the story, like this place. Just different. And Nick and I were there together.... Patty was, um, the baker.... she taught me everything I know.
So it's thanks to her that I get to eat something this nice.
[before she dies, again. though maybe she's being dramatic. she'll end up in the daycare with the others, anyway. she's not as afraid for herself as she is for maya.]
I didn't have anything as nice the last time I died.
(Even if it doesn't amount to anything.... but this time is different. I really can help....)
[ a... hesitation, but she doesn't seem sleepy yet, and.... well.... maya isn't ready for this moment to end, just yet. plus, it would help manwol, right? she wants to make this as kind for manwol as she can ]
[Every thought she can hear is another knife to her unbeating heart. Manwol nods,]
I do.
[and she takes out the purple and white nail polish, she only knows that it's purple and white because she squints at the brand names because guess which binch is colorblind]
You'll have to bear with me a little though. I might take longer than usual since my vision's -- [she gestures at her face, and grimaces. maya should know, since they had a cute chat after her terrible time.
now they're having another cute chat BEFORE her terrible time!!! great!!]
I don't mind..... You can do whatever you want with them....
[ it should occur to her that this might incriminate her, that she should get a move on... but, there's still so much time left. and she doesn't want to act until she's sure it won't be painful for manwol. ]
[look she likes doing people's nails.... that and she needs more time to think. she's not smart or clever. not like kon or claude. they would know what to do, what to say. rita too, caleb.
Manwol can only do this.]
...I'm upset at this place. [Not at you.] I thought I was getting closer to the truth. I thought that -- after we got back today, that we'd have another clue that could get us all out of here.
No, it's not stupid at all! [ maya is fervent in her reassurances!! ] Those field trips are always so awful..... but then we get a clue.... usually. Was your suffering really for nothing..?
[ all the more reason for maya to take over and help out, then ]
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[ maya pulls out two pastries, wrapped up nicely in napkins. are they poisoned? who knows ]
[ she takes two plates to set them down, putting one on each..... gets them both some tea ]
[ (and she'll crush painkillers and sleeping pills into manwol's tea, when manwol isn't paying attention) ]
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also she's trying to think. what can she do? she can't let this happen. she's still aware of herself, so there has to be something -- something I can do]
...Are these from the barbecue?
[it feels like eons ago. but Manwol will accept her tea cup and take a quick nervous sip, trying to think.]
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[ maya brings the tea over, setting everything down for her ]
Yeah, they're... not the prettiest, but... I hope you like it.
[ maya's not really interested in eating hers... or really drinking her tea. ]
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Anyway, she actually stress-eats her pastry pretty fast, leaving crumbs all over her plate.]
...It tastes really good, Maya. [...she really hopes these were poisoned. would it be kinder to maya if she died here and now?
no. it's not over yet.
she drinks more of her tea. glances at Maya's hands. a brief static image of the past rises up in her mind. painting maya's nails.]
You're really skilled. When did you learn how to bake?
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[ they are not actually poisoned, she had intended to try to get manwol to let her guard down a little, but she's going with this so easily maya's almost at a loss for how to proceed. she takes a small sip of her tea, but leaves the pastry ]
[ she has all night, though, right? and it's going to take some time for the painkillers and the sleeping pills to kick in. so... there's no rush. maybe she can try to make manwol's last memory on this side a happy one ]
... I, ah... well, I've had to take care of myself since I was pretty young, but... before I was here, I was in a town kind of like this one and I actually.... had fake memories, of being a baker for five years...
.... Even if the memories were fake, I guess.. the skill stayed with me.
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Manwol glances at her, surprised.]
...Do you mean the place that I saw? ...The one with the witches?
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It was also... run by the story, like this place. Just different. And Nick and I were there together.... Patty was, um, the baker.... she taught me everything I know.
[ or at least, maya has memories of that ]
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So it's thanks to her that I get to eat something this nice.
[before she dies, again. though maybe she's being dramatic. she'll end up in the daycare with the others, anyway. she's not as afraid for herself as she is for maya.]
I didn't have anything as nice the last time I died.
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Do you want to.... talk about it?
[ while they're here. ]
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...It's not that interesting of a story. I just died. I don't really know when or where. I was alive one moment, and then a wandering spirit the next.
[...]
I might have still been able to talk to you -- if we met back then. [maya... ur ghost medium life...]
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[ she knows what she's doing will help manwol now, but.... she still has to kill her, to save her.. so.... it's not that good of help ]
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[Like now.
Manwol glances at Maya's hands, then she reaches over to take one of them in her own.]
Let me do your nails. We still have time, right?
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(Even if it doesn't amount to anything.... but this time is different. I really can help....)
[ a... hesitation, but she doesn't seem sleepy yet, and.... well.... maya isn't ready for this moment to end, just yet. plus, it would help manwol, right? she wants to make this as kind for manwol as she can ]
I-If you want....
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I do.
[and she takes out the purple and white nail polish, she only knows that it's purple and white because she squints at the brand names because guess which binch is colorblind]
You'll have to bear with me a little though. I might take longer than usual since my vision's -- [she gestures at her face, and grimaces. maya should know, since they had a cute chat after her terrible time.
now they're having another cute chat BEFORE her terrible time!!! great!!]
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I don't mind..... You can do whatever you want with them....
[ it should occur to her that this might incriminate her, that she should get a move on... but, there's still so much time left. and she doesn't want to act until she's sure it won't be painful for manwol. ]
[ so... this is fine ]
You're really... not upset?
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Manwol can only do this.]
...I'm upset at this place. [Not at you.] I thought I was getting closer to the truth. I thought that -- after we got back today, that we'd have another clue that could get us all out of here.
Probably a stupid thing to wish for.
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[ all the more reason for maya to take over and help out, then ]
We're almost at the end.... I promise.
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Maya. Do you really want to do this?
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.... No.... but I have to. For everybody's sake. For you, too.
(I just hate causing you any kind of pain...)
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...She can work with this. There's still hope. As long as Maya...]
Let's go.
[she takes both of Maya's hands, still careful not to disturb her manicure.]
We should try and leave. Together. Maya, come with me.
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[ won't they just end up at the other side? ]
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[DAMN MANWOL... WHAT A GREAT PLAN!!!]
You're upset. We should go somewhere where you don't have to feel this suffocated --
[AND GO SOMEWHERE THAT POSSIBLY HAS LESS INFLUENCE ON MAYA]
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[ she can't help but tear up, at manwol's kindness. right over the tea, somehow. shut up it makes sense ]
You.... You shouldn't be worried about me, right now....
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[we'll wait so that maya cries a lot in her little cuppy]
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You.. you don't understand, Ms. Manwol.... it has to be me...
(I'm supposed to save you, you can't....)
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