[He does stop once she does that. He would be in trouble now if anyone had to check his shoulder for bruises. But after a few times with no give, he stands and watches.]
No. Brute force will not be the method that opens it. But there will be a method. I will find it.
How could she have forgotten to vote? The one easiest way to protect yourself... and after we've already seen it happen.
[Entrails and severed body parts aside, this seems to be the closest Susan has actually come to losing her cool altogether as she stares at the doorknob and shakes her head. Her hair is disheveled, half in its swept-up mass and half limp about her shoulders.]
There are no entrances. They wouldn't be so sloppy. Within the confines of the game, the rules are absolute.
I do not believe she nor Sharon Carter was truly killed for failing to vote. There is no sense to that whatsoever. There is another cause, one they have not seen fit to reveal.
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[Says Susan in between rammings as she lifts one of the smaller statues decorating the drawing room overhead and smashes it down onto the doorknob.]
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No. Brute force will not be the method that opens it. But there will be a method. I will find it.
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[The tone is bitter to the extreme as she stands with her statue and pants, slightly out of breath from her exertions.]
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[Entrails and severed body parts aside, this seems to be the closest Susan has actually come to losing her cool altogether as she stares at the doorknob and shakes her head. Her hair is disheveled, half in its swept-up mass and half limp about her shoulders.]
There are no entrances. They wouldn't be so sloppy. Within the confines of the game, the rules are absolute.
We must stop playing. It's the only way.
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[The hair slowly bundles itself back up into a simple bun as Susan quietly replaces the statue on the table it came from.]
If she isn't dead already, there's only one way.
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What way do you speak of?
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[And Susan will cast her gaze in the direction of the Hostess.]
As powerful as you and I are, there's only one person who can do anything about the door, isn't there?
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[He seems to have misunderstood my intent.]
Do not write off the skill of my Dark Gods so lightly.
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Could you send them out as soon as possible?
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...I shall bake the pumpkin seed cookies regardless, I think.