Lucille Faraday
Location: Pinefall High Dormitory - Kitchen
Phase: Evening Phase
Date: 09.09.1994 (FRI)
Weather: Rain
That wasn’t her imagination. Sakura had instinctively reached for the knife. Though normally Lucille would have been more frightened… she was beginning to have a sneaking suspicion that this behavior wasn’t far off from the actual character of Pinefall students, even if she really hoped it wasn’t.
As for being yelled at by Mercedes, well, she expected that. A provocation like hers wasn’t something the starlet would take lying down. Sakura’s words did shed more light on the situation, however. It seemed that despite all her bluster, Mercedes West was really lonely. Maybe ribbing her was the wrong way to approach this.
“I have a bit of a problem with breaking into other people’s rooms, but the adage is that ‘you can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs,’ isn’t it?” Lucille was quite aware of what things were morally improper and what wasn’t. Even so… she was of the opinion that sometimes it was necessary to do something less than scrupulous so that everyone could be happy. “An investigation like this wouldn’t get anywhere with normal means, would it? I just wish you’d all invited me along, even if I’m no good at this.”
Being left out of the loop… Perhaps it was necessary, but it didn’t sit right with her. Mercedes investigating something because she felt left out… Lucille couldn’t help but feel a nagging sense of responsibility for this. Then again, this was probably one of those feelings that lead to… that lead to the incident from yesterday. She’d just have to bite her tongue and try to rebel against her innate nature.
“I’m not annoyed or anything,” she hastily added, realizing her previous behavior might have come across as too harsh. There was something on her mind, though… Even if revealing it wasn’t very good. “If you did get a good look, though, could you tell me if you saw any medication? Miss Min told me Xylia is supposed to take it to keep her behavior in check, but…”
Lucille paused.
“Well, we all know what she’s like.”
Her eyes finally glanced at what Mercedes was holding. Baseball cards, weren’t they? It seemed… rather at odds with the star’s general image, so that’s probably why it had to be kept a secret. Even so… was there anything really wrong with that? People collected all sorts of weird things, after all, and baseball cards were rather benign, if niche. Lucille glanced at Sakura, as if by looking at her she could understand the hobbies of the person next to her.
“I didn’t know you were a fan of America’s pastime,” Lucille said. “There’s nothing wrong with liking baseball, is there?”