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[rileymorganashe:]
“Oh, that’s who she was, I sort of remember what she looked like. Yeah… Well, considering we’re stranded on an island and someone got killed I wouldn’t consider it that much of an isolated event. Too coincidental, but I can sort of understand the wishful thinking.”
“I think everyone was sort of thinking that way, honestly. We were all hoping.” She sighed with that. “I hate this.”
[rileymorganashe:]
“Oh, well I guess that would make a difference then? I don’t know, I never spoke to her before, but I’ll take your word for it that it is. What was she like?”
“She was... nice. A little naive seeming, seemed to want to make everyone her friend. It’s unfortunate. I was honestly hoping my thought that the last murder wasn’t an isolated event would prove untrue.”
[rileymorganashe:]
“I see your resolve is beginning to crack. Did you know her? Personally, I mean, not just because you know her name.”
“I... No, I didn’t particularly know her. We spoke a couple times, but... This is different. From the last one. No one knew who the last one was at all, most of us have actually spoken to this girl.”
“Two people, and we know who that girl was. We know... we know. ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿ ಸತ್ತ. ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ಏಕೆ ಘಟಿಸಿತು?”
[mchiavellians:]
“I’m usually the one that gets left behind. You know what - whatever, s’not worth it.”
“By the way, yeah, they kinda would. Perks of being an orphan, am I right?”
“... if we get out of here, you’re not going to get left behind. None of us would let them just leave you here.”
“You’re... oh. I had no idea.”
[landonatlaw:]
“So you want to perform an exorcism of sorts? What words are needed for that? Shouldn’t there be some holy water and crosses involved here? Do it if you feel compelled, but don’t expect me to put my hands together in prayer for the corpse of a stranger.”
“It’s not an exorcism, it would be a blessing, and there would be no holy water or crosses involved. Those are purely Christian beliefs, not Hindu. You’re quite callous, did you know that? You mock that which you know nothing about before asking questions about it.”
[tamarapalsey:]
“You give too much credit to one person, to think this is all related.”
“Or you don’t give them credit enough. I’m ensuring my own survival this way -- you’re practically ensuring your death instead by underestimating them.”
[willdavidsonrp:]
“Keep up your lip and I swear to god you’re gonna regret it.”
“You’ve got me so frightened, truly. I’m not standing here practically daring you to hit me at all, right?”
[rileygreyrp:]
“I suppose a distraction is nice, yeah. If we just pass the time, eventually someone will come to find us.”
“My thoughts precisely. Just a little distraction and people will come along soon enough. It’s not as though no one knows to look for us, at least.”
Blessings;;
[rileymorganashe:]
“I didn’t doubt the sincerity behind the action,” she responded. “I was merely pointing out. I neither suspect anyone here is more guilty than anyone else nor do I think anyone is innocent either. I’m neutral on the situation. I don’t even know half of what’s going on in terms of what people are doing to ensure their survival nor do I feel any inclination to investigate that. I don’t know though, would it have been wrong? You’re asking the wrong person, speaking of it. I wouldn’t have done anything, but I wouldn’t have thought to do anything either whereas someone else might have and agree with you. I don’t think there’s anything right or wrong about doing or not doing anything. You did what you did, the opinions of others no longer matter because your action is already completed.”
“Try definitely, and you’ll have your answer,” she remarked with a scoff. “But it’s fine. As you said it comes with its benefits too, like now. Of course, that works both ways. I may think with my head, but because of that it makes me stand out from the others who are not.” She could only begin to guess what others would think of her if they knew her conscious was distorted in comparison to theirs. She saw things in black and white with maybe some accents of grey, but they saw everything in colors and felt more than she would ever be able to. Sometimes she found it a little irksome, but most of the time she didn’t mind in the least.
"I can only try to imagine what they’re feeling though it’s strange and foreign to me. However, you only act this way because you’re an aspiring politician, which makes me wonder, how are you keeping up the calmness? It’s not a question I expect you to answer nor one I’m asking out of suspicion. Whether you are or aren’t the killer doesn’t matter to me, of course. What makes some people as deeply emotional as some of the ones here and what makes others not or at least be able to put on a show of that? I don’t know, people are strange.”
Curious, Parvati thought; Riley wasn’t suspecting anyone more than another, and though she liked the knowledge that the other girl wasn’t going to be immediately suspicious of her simply for her shows of caring and the like, she didn’t know that it was a comforting realization. If anything, she couldn’t help but think that it cast Riley in a bit more suspicious a light. Not that Parvati intended to trust anyone here as far as she could throw them anyway, but the realization that she had gone a little off guard with the other girl wasn’t one she took to kindly. Still, when the other girl continued and explained that, unlike Parvati, many of the others likely wouldn’t have thought it wrong to leave the corpse to rot as it was now doing, she couldn’t help a small frown. “I was raised in a fairly religious house,” she explained lightly, accompanying it with a shrug. “My parents and I are Hindu, and not saying anything with the body felt... improper, believing what I do.”
Riley seemed to understand, at least, that her emotional stunting seemed quite suspicious, and that it was a fact rather than something she could try to deny. Parvati didn’t want to tell her that she thought her capable of something like the seemingly cold-blooded murder that had happened already, but it seemed she didn’t need to. Riley was well aware, and she was accepting of that fact. At least Parvati wouldn’t have to pretend she wasn’t at all suspicious of her, though she certainly wasn’t going to be rude enough to say as much to the other girl. Riley could know without having it shoved in her face time and time again, as would no doubt happen here any moment now. The others would undoubtedly start throwing blame as soon as the initial panic shifted into a more hefty paranoia.
Riley had a valid question, though, of how she managed to keep her calm. And though she wished she could give an answer, Parvati couldn’t really come up with one. Perhaps it was just because she had trained so long to maintain her emotions without blinking an eye, or perhaps it was that she was more callous than she wanted to admit, but she found no difficulty in keeping herself as calm as she was now. The harder part, funnily enough, was putting on the show of panic and fear. “People never know what it is that makes others emotional,” she offered simply with a shrug. “Oftentimes, the emotional responses to a given situation don’t even make proper sense. They’re just an instinctive reaction to whatever’s going on around them. But everyone’s instincts are different. While most might respond one way, not all will. A few will have the opposite response, and those with the common instinct will never properly understand it.”
Blessings;;
[rileymorganashe:]
Riley’s brow raised at the laugh, though an amused smirk once again tugged at her lips. Her mother was an escort, it was her job to be able to pick up on people’s body language and take notice of what they were saying, so Riley figured it was only natural she’d pick up the habit as well. “You might want to have considered using more filler words, not that it’d have helped you out with me, but in general,” she pointed out with a short laugh. “Although in all honesty I don’t think most others would’ve taken notice that you danced around giving a direct answer. You just got unlucky with me. For whatever it’s worth, I have suspicion on me as well. Anyone who acts too calmly will, and I know I haven’t exactly been giving people a reason to rule me out of being a perfectly plausible candidate. Like you I have much too an unconcerned approach to this, so of course they might start to think I had a role in this somehow. You can’t win with people who are being driven so strongly by irrationality and emotions.” She raised her shoulders in a shrug.
“No one else thought to give him a funeral of any sort, their first thought was about their own safety. That could raise suspicion so really, anything we do could be perceived as reason to give others doubt. Was it feigned sympathy to put on an act of caring or was it genuine? But I don’t know how many people will actually think to read that far into what others do.” Though she also couldn’t have been certain either, and it was much better to be safe than sorry and think as though everyone else was also carefully analyzing each person’s actions. “I suppose it would be in our best interest to put on a convincing show of feeling just as panicked as them, but then wouldn’t that in itself raise suspicion? People have already seen us calm, why panic now? Except for the reason we were trying to blend in.”
She thought over Parvati’s question for a moment with a tilt of her head then gave a shake in the negative. “No, I’m not worried about that, and I wouldn’t be surprised if some already have. Let them think of me what they will, it doesn’t matter to me, no matter what the outcome is – whether I survive this or not – I’m not losing anything. My life, sure, but I’ll be dead so I won’t be able to care. People here, they feel a wide range of emotions and they feel them with such clarity whereas I do not. Anger I can sort of do, irritation yes, but compassion, sympathy, joy, sorrow? No. What I can feel, which is already to a much lesser extent than others, doesn’t reach that far. I can do cognitive empathy though, but all those other things I don’t feel I can only make the conscious effort to mimic. I guess you could say I’m emotionally stunted, lacking, I don’t know, whatever people would call it. Obviously none of us will be able to go about our days as we otherwise normally would have had none of this happened, but it doesn’t bother me either.”
Riley was an intelligent girl; if they happened to get off of this island, Parvati might try to keep her around, in hopes of having an ally that would be able to assist her in creating answers clever enough that others wouldn’t notice when she was dancing around and giving noncommittal responses. More filler was a good suggestion, she had to admit. Though she was growing accustomed to careful wording and never saying what they wanted to hear properly, she did tend to offer sentences that were too sparse for her benefit. She would have to learn how to expand her phrases more and create sentences that were less substance and more filler in the next few years, or she would never make it alongside the male politicians that tended to use their charm as much as their vocabulary when the time came.
Riley did have a point, though, in that their calm was suspicious in and of itself, and that putting on an act of being panicked now would be even further suspicious. She had to concede the point, and shrugged a shoulder slightly in return, looking away from the other students to focus instead on the burial site of the unnamed dead boy. The poor boy, no one had even thought to remember his name. “There’s little point in putting on a panicked act now,” she admitted. “Concerned, perhaps, but not panicked. Acting panicked would just make the rest of the group panic more, anyway, I’m sure.” She paused then, only for a moment, before offering, “It was genuine, though. My saying words over the grave. It may be hard to tell, considering the situation we find ourselves in, but I did want to ensure he passed on properly. It would have been wrong not to, I think, would it not?” But then, perhaps that was just her religious habits kicking in, the words that the dead wouldn’t properly rest until blessed ringing in her ears. Perhaps it was more selfish than she’d intended after all.
The other girl’s utter lack of emotional depth was something that Parvati couldn’t entirely understand, though, she realized. That may have been her own depth speaking, or rather her self-perceived depth that was far more shallow in the eyes of others, but she couldn’t understand how someone could be quite so calm when things were changing. It must have been a product of her upbringing, somehow; something in Riley’s life had made her emotionally stunted, and that made her almost more curious about the other girl. Perhaps there was something she could learn there, under the surface, past the calm words and stoic facade. “It might be a bit emotionally stunted, but it makes you logical, and that’s better sometimes than emotionally deep. This is an instance where that’s true, I think. The ones with the greatest depth are the ones lost in the throes of panic right now; the ones with the lack thereof are the ones coming up with legitimate solutions. That seems to be a plus, to me.”
[mchiavellians:]
“Maybe your family’s special, then,” he sighed. “Look - all I’m saying is, nobody’s coming for me. Alright? You might get rescued or whatever. Good luck.”
“If someone comes for one of us, they’ll come for all of us, don’t you see? One gets found, we all get off. Even if your family doesn’t seem so fond of you, I doubt they would just abandon you here anyway.”
[landonatlaw:]
“John Doe here? No, can’t say that I did. Now, why would we do that? It’s just a waste of breath and I think he’s proven here that we should treasure each one of those that we take. Lest we end up in the same predicament.”
“Because it... it would be wrong to not say something over the body. If nothing is said over the body, he won’t pass on properly and his spirit will be stuck here. He may not be someone any of us are fussed over, but he still deserves a proper burial, a few words said to let him find peace.”
[tamarapalsey:]
“Really. You’re positive of it. And just how are you positive of it, then?”
“Intuition, theory, the minimal odds of this all being coincidence?”
[willdavidsonrp:]
“Yo, watch your mouth. I ain’t afraid to hit a girl if you keep talking trash.”
“Talking trash, good lord, you’re a genius, aren’t you? Go ahead, take a swing if you feel the need. That’ll be damaging to you, not to me, dear.”
[matikendrick:]
“Maybe the killer just killed at random. Maybe we were all brought here to die.”
"The lack of an answer is the concern. No one even remembers his name, how could we figure out why he died, or who killed him?”
[prycespencer:]
“You need to stop trying to flatter me, love, it’s not fun.”
“Everything about you is funny. Mostly the way you talk.”
“I flatter everyone, dear. Haven’t you learned that trick yet? Or does a pretty face normally get you by well enough that charm’s not a necessity for you yet?”
“There’s nothing funny about the way I talk!”