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Katya Alkaev (redhorse_tea) wrote in bellumlogs,

With a quiet scoff for Daniel, Katya pushed a lock of curly hair over her shoulder. A fancy hairstyle had come with the dress; she could tell from the bite of the bobby pins. "It does not have to be full moon for the building to be strange," she said. "And this I saw." She hadn't made a public post about it. It hadn't occurred to her to do so. "All around Bellum, there are groups of four who are being forced to do this." She gestured vaguely to the room, meaning the idea of the tasks was being forced on everyone, not necessarily the same task.

"And this plaque, these are our instructions." She frowned at it, subtly shifting closer to Luther. "We are to be making confessions." Her frown deepened. They were supposed to confess to each other their obsession? She couldn't think of an obsession in her life. She wasn't obsessed with money; she just wanted to make a positive return with her shop. She wasn't obsessed with a person; she had only just met Luther. It wasn't obsession that drove her to learn an ugly language like English, it was necessity.