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[momchester]

[Counter to her last post, Mary is calm, composed, put-together, an iron look of determination in her eyes.]

If you've called someone and gotten their voicemail in the past three days, you need to comment here and tell me who it was.

I don't care if you think they got sent home, if they have an alibi, if they're supposed to be on a week-long vision quest, I don't care. If there's someone, anyone who you can't get ahold of and isn't absolutely definitely accounted for-

[Mary stops, folds, unfolds her hands. When her sleeve pulls back slightly, you can see a pair of handcuffs around one wrist.]

There might be another Hunt going on. We have to figure out now how many people are missing. Rationalizing where they might be, telling yourself it's not a big deal- forget that. We don't have time to second-guess.

I'm starting the list with Yosuke, Bigby Wolf, and Jesse Turner.

[Her hands are shaking a little. She grits her teeth slightly.]

Michael, everyone from last time- if you know where the grounds are, please. We need to stop this.

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[thelightbringer]

Then I don't want to hear any whining when I make her pay for every nick and cut.

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[servingfather]

Fine. [Michael probably shouldn't be agreeing to this but human weapons are always so beneath him that he doesn't even think twice about them. W h o o p s. Sorry Mary.]

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[thelightbringer]

Come home tonight.

[He's still pissed. But he's learned not to waste time where Michael's concerned; he just has to snatch it up as greedily as possible.]

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[servingfather]

I will.

[It's softer than his determination, as if in attempt to soothe his brother.]

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[thelightbringer]

[His petulant little brother doesn't want to be soothed.]

You'd better.

I need to go chat with little Mary now.

[servingfather]

[Nothing else to say, so Michael will just be relaxing on the couch when night falls.]