Episode 2

Cassandra cursed from offscreen. "Is the stupid bloody camera working, or-Oh, wait. It's working. Finally..." He muttered under his breath. "Stupid blinking light..." He then leaned back on the couch, letting out a breath before starting to speak. "If any of you are wondering why I am here, despite my busy schedule, it is because the White Owl is sick. If you're wondering how sick, it's to the point that he's vomiting every half an hour, I swear..." He cringed a bit at the end of the statement, before continuing. "So, I'm stuck here because of the Cardmaster's orders. I wonder how this will turn out..."

Word of the Day!

"So, the word of the day is...Something I couldn't pronounce for the first one hundred times in a row, I swear." Cassandra started, shaking his head. "I don't understand...Why do people have to make up such complicated words? I don't get it. Anyway, the word is kakkorrhaphiophobia, which means-"

"I'm sorry if I get the bloody pronounciation wrong, but did I just hear kakkorrhaphio-whatever the heck it was?" Cassandra turned to see Cassian enter the room and sit down a few spaces away from Cassandra.

"It's kakkorrhaphiophobia, Trump Card. It means a fear of failure." Cassandra snapped back. "What are you doing here? Don't you have work to do from the Death Card?"

"The doctor was supposed to be here, and he sent me here instead as his replacement. End of story." The black-haired knife-thrower responded, leaning back in his chair. "You better get used to it starting now. I won't hesitate to throw a knife at you for what you did a few days ago."

Cassandra face-palmed himself. "You had it coming, Trump Card..." He trailed off through gritted teeth.

Weird thing of the day

"I'm sure you guys remember from last episode about me mentioning the fact about breaking into people's rooms and stealing their things in the middle of the night? Well, I did that. But not to Cassandra, because..." Cassian directed a glare towards the Hierophant before continuing, "He apparently is smart enough to install laser security right at the doors, windows and even the air vents connected to his room."

"It wasn't easy installing them in the first place and checking if they even worked!" Cassandra snapped in response, glaring back at Cassian. Do you know how many times those lasers activated whenever I had to walk out of the room in the middle of the night because I had to go to the washroom or something!? It was highly annoying, but at least it was worth it, considering that you haven't gotten away with stealing anything yet!"

Cassian rolled his eyes, before continuing. "Anyway, since I couldn't steal anything from Cassandra, I took a few things from Justice's room."

Cassandra's eyes widened in shock, and he gaped slightly at the Trump Card. "You know, Justice is going to kill you for that." He remarked.

"What? Is she that ill-tempered or something?" The Trump Card responded, before taking out a small skull and a whip. "I found these in her closet..."

Cassandra stared at the skull. "I swear that skull must belong to some poor unfortunate soul who peeped in on her while she was changing clothing or something. And yes, she is that ill-tempered. A few weeks ago, I tried to borrow a few torture devices, and-"

"Wait, wait...Torture devices?" Cassian asked skeptically. "And why are you assuming the skull belongs to some 'poor unfortunate soul,' or should I say pervert, who peeped in on her while she was getting changed?"

"Um...Yes, for the torture devices and for the assumption about the skull. I had a few, ahem, commoners to punish for their incompetence, and what better way to do that than torture them? I only took a choke pear and thumbscrew, and those are really small torture devices compared to a lot of other ones. And I even left a note, saying that I would return them in approximately 48 hours, which I did. But then the next morning, she barges into my room with a crowbar in hand and beats the heck out of me." Cassandra explained. "It's logical that I can assume that anyone who sees her in the nude like that would get slaughtered if I get beaten up for borrowing her things."

"No wonder you were walking around with that limp for a while..." The knife-thrower trailed off. He glanced down at the items he held. "Maybe I should probably return these soon..."

"Yes, you really should very soon, or else-"

The two heard the door bang open from offscreen, and they turned, staring at horror.

"Oh crap. Justice is here." Cassian muttered, eyes wide. "We're going to die."

One hour later...

"I thought we were going to die...But she bloody beat us up with two crowbars!" Cassandra groaned painfully as he looked in a small mirror. "Dang it, the black eye is going to last for at least a week! This is going to damage my reputation as Lord Gladstone! And I'm going to end up limping AGAIN!"

"At least you don't have an almost sprained wrist and a possibly broken nose, you idiot, as well as getting smacked in the face with those crowbars ten times!" Cassian snapped back as he held his head in both his hands, his back to Cassandra. "Dang it, I'm never sneaking into her room again until I can figure out a way to pin the blame on Owl."

"Who said my name?" Owl asked, suddenly appearing from behind the couch. Both the Hierophant and the Trump Card screamed in shock, backing away from the white-haired violinist. "What?"

"You need to bloody stop doing that!" Cassandra snapped, pointing at Owl. "And aren't you supposed to be sick and in bed, moaning and groaning in pain while throwing up!?"

"I'm fine now..." Owl trailed off lamely, letting out a sigh.

Conclusion

Cassandra nodded as he held an ice pack wrapped in cloth to his black eye. "Yes. That's pretty much it for this episode." He answered quietly.

Before anyone else could speak up, though, that was when the door banged open again, and Moon walked onscreen towards them. "Did anyone here take my mask?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

The other three glanced at each other, before Cassian noticed a bronze-coloured mask right behind where Owl was sitting. "Owl did it! The mask is right behind where he's sitting!" Cassian responded quickly, pointing at the Fool.

"Hey! Tattletale!" Owl snapped back as Moon snatched the mask from behind the couch. "Dang it..."

Moon let out a sigh as she put the mask back on her face. "Hey, do you know where Justice is? I have to return this to her room, but it's locked at the moment." She asked, taking out a blindfold.

Cassandra and Cassian exchanged horrified glances, just as the bang of a door opening caught everyone's attention. They turned, and they all screamed in horror.

"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" Cassandra wailed, before grabbing onto the Trump Card's shoulders. "Do something!"

"Like WHAT!?" Cassian yelled back as a freaked-out expression formed immediately on his face.

"I don't know-We can't have the viewers watch us get beaten up! Just-just-turn off the camera and run!"

"Okay, I'll do it, but let go of me first!"

Cassian let out a shaky breath, before taking out the remote and pointing at the screen, which turned black.