week four, saturday

[jettisons]

[Bellamy, of course, beelines for Vriska right after everyone disperses.]

We need to talk.

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[jettisons]

A bonus.

[That's a hell of a way to put it, and Bellamy laughs, quiet and humorless. This whole thing is a fucking joke, and he's so sick of it.]

None of us are going to last long if this doesn't work tomorrow.

[hypertoxic]

Yeah, well, it is. [ With a wry smile as he laughs, which will dim once again as he continues. ]

I know. We will make it work, Bellamy. Whatever it takes.