[Once again, Cassandra rises in the morning to get to work, hanging several familiar signs around the club that will hopefully direct everyone towards the lounge. Where the couches and chairs have been rearranged to face one another.

Once again, Cassandra sits and waits for others to arrive. Looking... not as poor off as she perhaps should, what with such an intrusive motive plaguing their lives. She's even smiling.

It's probably fine.]

Thanks for showing up. It's been rough so far; this new motive is getting to everyone, and we're not any closer to getting off this island than the last meeting we had. [She pauses, smile disappearing.] Not to mention, we've lost some people who didn't deserve to die.

[She sighs and sits up, back straight.]

I don't need to remind everyone to not kill someone, so let's focus on trying to escaping instead. Come on, people, let's hear some ideas.

[And once the meeting has adjourned, Cassandra has ventured down to the beach for some training... with swords. She's got one in her hands now that she's practicing stances with, and several others with their blades stabbed into the sand.]