Week 2 - Post-Execution

[missmaladroite]

[It's been a very long, rough day. Despite her begging and her outbursts, a woman had died and two more were in... "stasis".]

[She's too restless to go back to her room just yet, but she's also too dazed to pay much attention to where she's going.]

[And bumps right into Frankenstein]

Oh-- I'm sorry.

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[unasking]

[Oh dear.

Frankenstein immediately reaches out to steady her so she doesn't stumble, his expression showing a mix of concern and care.]

It's nothing.

Are you sure you should be wandering about right now, Marinette?

[missmaladroite]

[What a good murderdad. She clears her throat. She's very clumsy, so the steadying is definitely necessary]

I was just trying to collect my thoughts, I didn't mean to wander....

But I'm glad I ran into you.

[unasking]

Oh? Were you looking for me?

[He was almost certain she'd be cross with him after his lecturing...]

[missmaladroite]

Yes--- well, I just wanted to apologize for earlier.

[She let her feelings get the best of her, as Tikki would say.] I think I made things worse.

[unasking]

[ . . . oh boy. Well.]

... It wasn't your intention to do so, and those intentions cannot be neglected.

Though in the future I do hope for more thought to go into your actions.

[missmaladroite]

Still... if I want to find a way to end this, I need to collect myself a little better. I'll try not to lose my cool again.

[well]

[AN ATTEMPT WILL BE MADE]

... Thank you. It's been a lot to take in.

[unasking]

It has been...

[So he'll just go back one more step:]

How are you feeling? Would you like anything? Tea? Hot chocolate?

[missmaladroite]

[She openly stares, because being doted on by non-parents is still very strange to her, especially in this kind of setting]

Oh-- no, monsieur, I'm not thirsty, thank you.

[and then it clicks that he's concerned about her. She is really scared -- but as Ladybug, she shouldn't be letting that show too much. Still, she's just a fifteen year old kid in the end, so:]

I hate feeling trapped like this. I... can't think of any loopholes... and if we talk back to that AI, she'll punish us. It's really frustrating.

[unasking]

[hE'S NOT! DOTING!!

ok no he's totally doting.

But he's doting in a way that he dotes on everyone - his age really shows during times like this. For the people that he appreciates, he doesn't like to see them in difficult situations.]

I understand your frustration. It's difficult to deal with the powers at work here - but I do commend your attempts to fight back.

I just hope you'll be more careful about them in the future.

[missmaladroite]

[please dote on her, she might have two alive parents (a rare commodity with superheroes), but she's already missing them like crazy]

[If she could think of a plan, that would be great, but so far, all she's ended up with are dead ends]

I'll do my best. I can't really stand by idly while people are dying. [and there needs to be a middleground]

What do you think we should do, monsieur Frankenstein?

[unasking]

[What should they do? Admittedly he can only sigh-]

It's hard to say right now.

However I do believe that you're right to want to fight against the current system. I only ask that you don't do so again in such a straightforward way when our AI has proven that she isn't against taking petty action against those on board this ship who speak out.

[missmaladroite]

...You're right. Yelling and foot-stamping gets us nowhere. [but realtalk, she can't guarantee she won't lose her shit if Adrien's up on the suspect list]

But we have to find a way to unite everyone. Surely, if we expend our energy on finding the ones responsible, instead of playing by their whims....

[She doesn't exactly have a plan, though]