[42nd Replay]

[ private ; though, her housemates and anyone creeping outside the house may hear her talking to herself at around midnight, because she's saying this while chilling on the window sill... with grape juice. Though she's tempted to switch to wine again. ]

As I suspected. The figures of power in this town do not seem to work together. Even that household sounds to be disorganized. I wonder how many more splits in motives there will be?

[ she sighs and takes a small sip of her drink, looking out of the window. ] No matter. This game will only get easier as I learn more about the pieces, won't it? One can't win at chess if they don't know the difference between the knight and the bishop. Though, one also can't win at chess until they locate the enemy's King... Locate the King and rip it to shreds, so the game board can never be used again. [ She pauses. Then chugs the grape juice quickly. She sounded like Bernkastel there, didn't she? ]

[ public ]

mi... That was not the sort of phonecall I wanted to overhear, I didn't like it. Lucy does not seem to like the Mr "Post Man". It does not sound like this town is as happy as they pretend to be... I wonder if anyone here gets along at all, I really do...