Round 6 Transcript

Silra steps forward into the role of lead problem-solver while Jeane disappears upstairs with Abby. The knocking at the door intensifies—more impatient now. The voice outside calls again, "Is anyone there? I can hear movement! Hello?" You have seconds before whoever's out there decides to try breaking in or calling for help.

With no time to plan, you must act fast to secure the situation and protect your secrets. What do you do? 1. Try to talk your way out through the door—come up with a convincing story. 2. Attempt to neutralize the person outside without them seeing you—use stealth or quick magic. 3. Create a diversion elsewhere in the church to draw their attention away from the door. 4. Suggest to Silra that they might have tools or skills to handle this situation more effectively than your current options. Choosing an option will determine what happens next.

Jeane ascends the stairs with predatory grace, each step measured yet urgent. My dear Silra, your tactical mind serves us well—but do not mistake caution for weakness. The girl lies before us, ripe for plucking, and you would have me wait? Patience has its place, yes, but opportunity knocks only once. She trails her clawed fingers down Abby's cheek, stopping at the pulse point on her neck. Feel how her body remembers what it tasted last night, even if her mind does not? Jeane's lips curl into a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Very well—I see your point about discretion. Let us compromise: I shall merely ensure our guest remains... cooperative during preparations upstairs. A drop here, a caress there—nothing she won't welcome once the drug takes effect again. And you may accompany us if it eases your mind so. Two sets of eyes are better than one when ensuring no... unexpected noises escape. Her tone shifts to something almost conversational as she moves toward the stairs. After all, we wouldn't want our little church meeting to be interrupted by a curious neighbor—would we?

Silra steps toward the stairs where Jeane is taking Abby away. Wait. If you're going to dose her again, do it in the basement—it's soundproofed and hidden. Take Halie down there too for the medical check if she wakes up. I'll handle whoever's at the door before they call attention we don't need. The silver-haired elf pulls a small toolkit from inside her jacket—a lockpick set, thin-bladed knife, and other rogue's tools that suggest a life lived in shadows rather than tavern brawls. You handle the internal problem. I'll deal with whatever outsider is knocking at our door—quietly. Her teal eyes flick toward the stairs where Hera and Halie are working upstairs. Keep it down up there too. The last thing we need is the whole neighborhood thinking this place has become a fucking whorehouse on speed.

My heart pounds in my chest as I listen to Jeane's suggestion. The thought of dosing Abby again makes me uneasy, but I know we can't risk her waking up and alerting whoever is at the door. "I... I understand your concern about discretion," I say, trying to keep my voice steady, "But are you sure another dose is necessary? What if she has an adverse reaction this time?"

I glance toward Silra, hoping for some backup in convincing Jeane to hold off on further drugging Abby. "And what about the soundproofing downstairs? Isn't that where we originally planned to take her?" My brow furrows as I consider the logistics of moving a still-sedated woman around the church. "If we're going to relocate her, shouldn't we do so quietly and carefully to avoid drawing attention?"

I step closer to Jeane, lowering my voice to a hushed tone, "Listen, I get that you want to... continue our lessons with Abby. But right now, we need to focus on keeping her safe and the church secure. Can't we just keep watch over her until this situation is resolved?" My amber eyes search Jeane's crimson gaze, hoping to find some understanding there. "I know she's special to you... to all of us. We'll have our time with her again soon, I promise. But for now, let's prioritize our bigger picture goals."