week 5, post trial.

[robitussin]

[Another week draws to a close, but as more culprits are led away, something is different all the same. After this particular trial, perhaps it's not a surprise that there's no note or offer to meet in a specific place tonight. Can any of them say they have any energy or desire to do something like that at a time like this? The place they regrouped last Saturday evening stands there, burned nearly beyond recognition, and the townspeople look at them with the distrust that's been steadily building. Not to mention... Those are the least of the losses they've faced in the last few days.

Of course, even as so much changes day by day, the town remains, with plenty of places for people to go if they don't want to stay inside the motel. Where can you be found tonight?]

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[robitussin]

[There's a pause, and while she doesn't sigh again, it's not hard to see she's troubled.]

I don't know.

[marmoron]

Then I guess you're gonna have to trust me on this one.

[Keith's not exactly a stranger to fighting the supernatural really.]

[robitussin]

[She pauses again, and though she tries to keep her voice neutral, some worry leaks into it.]

Am I? And what if you're wrong?

[marmoron]

You really think a bunch of guys who have a master plan that's this convoluted and reliant on the likes of Rose and Frasier really have it all on lock down?

[robitussin]

You really think it's a good idea to underestimate them?

[marmoron]

No.

[The humor fades, and he responds more seriously.]

It's not going to be easy. But like I said before... I think they want us to be scared and I'm just not scared. Not of them anyway.

[robitussin]

[Muttered:]

You should maybe be a little scared.