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[It's pretty late at night that he calls Power out for gambling and blood, but when he does, he triumphantly puts a deck of cards down.]

Got everything we need right here. And I've got some blood to bet on. You win, you get blood, I win, I get a favour. That sound fair to you?

'Course, first few rounds will be just for practice as I teach you the game.

[ Slips this here late.

Power's resting on recommendation (read: force) by our local medical. Which mostly means she's just lying flat on some bed somewhere, playing toesies with Ritty, wiggling her toes at the foot of the bed while Ritty baps at them.

At least despite her limited mobility, she's awake! ]

[ It's ya boi, Spike. What's up man, she's coming crawling in over to wherever he is and plopping down. Seems she's got some more jerky. ]

We did it!

[ She seems satisfied. ]

[ SLIDES IN HEAD-FIRST HERE... henwo Mr. Pratt. Your day may be normal, except in your path, you might see an absolutely massive pile of fall leaves, orange, gold, what have you.

Now, what could such a massive pile of leaves be doing here?

Well.

There's a cat in front of it, the orange one, and also two blood-red horns sticking out the top of the pile.

Approach this? ]

[ Henwo. Power is out here, just kind of mucking about in the tavern after execution, playing pawsie with her daemon cat. Meanwhile, her other... actual cat is loafing on the table, curled up right against Power's face. Smoosh.

She's not particularly hurt, nor traumatised or anything like that -- discontent is all she feels. ]

[Spike shows up at the hot tub, still fully clad in leather. There you are, Power. He just had to follow the trail of obscene amounts of blood to find you.]

Hey, devil brat. You doin' okay?

[He heard her crying at the trial. She told him she never cries.]

[ Good day Spike! Power's finding him, looking for those music records. Find anything catching your eye, a favourite band long lost? Or maybe they're all slightly universally different kn*ckoffs. ]

What are you looking for?

[ Now that I am no longer ill and actually alive, this is the backdate. Power is crawling into his jail cell... with snacks and drinks, because somehow this has ended up becoming her character this game. Well, food can heal the heart, maybe.

She just wants an excuse to hang out. ]

I have brought snacks.

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W1 FRIDAY : EVENING.

W2 SATURDAY : POST-TRIAL.

W4 TUESDAY : PRE-CURFEW.

W4 SUNDAY : POST-EXECUTION.

Week 5, Post-Execution

W6 MONDAY.

W6 SATURDAY : POST-TRIAL.