Murderverse Falls

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Something begins to build up in Catar. It is burning, tint-your-vision-red rage. In fact, she has built up that rage a long ago, ever since this situation reared its ugly head.

"... Look."

The fact that she's in a murder mystery situation, where each night without having secured a challenge victory being a chance for her to die? Eh, monsters live in where she's from.

"I appreciate the help with the gloves. I really do. Even if these pieces of evidence don't point us to anywhere at the end of the day..."

The dwindling numbers, the increasingly surreal and unsettling series of events that she and the other campers have to solve? The latter is literally a common occurrence from, again, where she's from.

"And I do think your Time Master point is something worth considering. Maybe Nights 2 or 3 really were skipped. But again, that's only another one of the many, many, many possibilities we have on the table for these two nights."

Her life likely being on the line, because of her attempt to try and stop this vacation-turned-massacre, led by someone she admits she trusts? Whatever. It is what it is.

"And with that said..."

But the one thing that utterly, unapologetically, undoubtedly will set her off is incompetence. She is a worker at not only the heart, but the mind and the body. The desire to be efficient and see others be effective could be said to be hard-coded into her, and raw, pure, incompetence- the opposite of what she wants to see- is the only thing she sees in that blob. It'd be one thing for a complete track record of uselessness. But the occasional usefulness only makes this gross display of inefficacy all the more aggravating.

And as she stares at the blob, asking her to tell her what she's thinking when she literally elaborated why she has began to suspect Kirby outside of the now-useless evidence, she can't help but-





"LISTEN HERE, YOU INCORRIGIBLE, SPHERICAL DUNCE! I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'RE PLANNING SOMETHING OR BEING COMPLETELY USELESS AGAIN BY MISSING WHAT I JUST STATED, BUT THAT. IS. WHAT. I'M. THINKING!"

Each word spoken in those last 5 words were accompanied by Catar shaking Kirby like they were a poorly made knockoff doll you'd find in a bargain bin section.

"This isn't about YOU! This isn't about whatever's going in that empty whatever of yours, you simple-minded idiot! My life- their lives- YOUR life is on the line, and you're here, speaking in circles, hanging onto past threads, stating the obvious and ugh! the part where you always, always, ALWAYS state the MOST obvious thing anyone here could think of! MAYBE IT'S NOT EVEN THE PART WHERE YOU PARROT THE OBVIOUS BECAUSE EVEN MY STATEMENT OF THE OBVIOUS GOT US SOMEWHERE, DESPITE THE FACT IT COULD GET ME KILLED, RIGHT NOW! DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN BE USELESS FOR MORE THAN HALF OF THE TIME! DO SOMETHING, DO SOMETHING, DO ANYTHING!! I DON'T EVEN CARE IF YOU VOTE FOR ME, THAT'S HOW MUCH I WANT YOU TO DO A SINGLE THING!"

Catar drops Kirby, a mix of pent-up anger, disbelief, stress and a myriad of other bad, painful feelings in her eyes, her posture, everything.

"I think it says something that I admittedly had a hard time believing the cat at first, if only because what you do is so grossly incompetent that I don't have a hard time at all believing you acted so incompetently you come off as suspicious."