battling | suitdreams: Clem

I forgot what it was like tryin' to solve shit.

[ He will hand her some fried chicken. Eat something. ]

[ oh! she takes it. you figured out the way to her heart. ] Thanks.

Me too. The kind of evidence that got us there this time is the same kind of thing that could get someone innocent voted for.

[oh no]

We were stumblin'around for hours. Didn't even get the evidence all together 'til late.

Ain't a promising start.

I thought everyone else would be better at this. Everyone got through their last... Place... Right?

Made it out, just to end up back here. Some of us didn't get much practice, dependin' on how long we made it.

[ When you die week 2 and only barely remember how it's supposed to work. ]

Oh, right.

So you, uh... Didn't actually do that many of these? [ tell her about your early death, bradley ]

Not nearly as many as there actually were. Died the third week.

Can I ask how?

[ she's just curious,,,, ]

Got run over by a horse.

[ The t shirt in his closet, "I went to Wiwaldi and all I got was crushed to death by a horse and the realization people care about my well being" ]

Don't recommend that.

[ no her horse trauma ]

Noted. I'll... Continue to try to avoid it.

Least the horses seem contained to outside.

[... For now]

What about ya? How many trials did ya end up in?

All of them. So like... Seven? Eight?

[ it's a blur okay. ]

I don't envy ya. How well did your group do?

Got it wrong once or twice. Framed people ourselves other times.

[ 'how did you do at solving murders' is a tough question when you were part of the murder clean up crew. ]