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[untiltheyarent]

[Verbal correspondence and scenes only! Ya girl can't read.]

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[cozen]

No, no—the stairs from Hightown.

[ He gestures in the vague direction of the mansion-crowned cliffs, out there somewhere beyond the door and the wall, reachable for most only by climbing a small mountain’s worth of steps. ]

Enough rope might keep it on track to the bottom.

[ No one should do this. ]

[untiltheyarent]

Oh.

[She thinks for a moment.]

...no, that would be certain death.

[cozen]

[ He begins to hold up two fingers, to make the very convincing argument that two ropes could be employed, but thinks better. ]

You will see my point better after a drink.

[ The mark of every good idea is that alcohol makes it sound better and less suicidal.

He’s getting her that drink, anyway, and another for himself, and as he returns with them the singer in the corner misses a note badly enough that he pulls a face—not one the singer can see, though. That would be rude. ]