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trial 4 afterPARTY
After the chaos of the trial and its aftermath, their tradition of the morbid "afterparty" almost seemed insulting... to everyone else, at least. Yasu is more than happy to provide.
The rest of the class might be drawn toward the cafeteria by the alluring scent of well-steeped black tea and baked goods. Inside, Yasu sips from her own cup, looking totaly composed by the tray of scones—sorry, everyone, cookies are a Kakuya-only privilege—and the teapot.
There are plates set out, too. Much more sophisticated than the mopey crackers, apples, and cheese everyone is used to.
The rest of the class might be drawn toward the cafeteria by the alluring scent of well-steeped black tea and baked goods. Inside, Yasu sips from her own cup, looking totaly composed by the tray of scones—sorry, everyone, cookies are a Kakuya-only privilege—and the teapot.
There are plates set out, too. Much more sophisticated than the mopey crackers, apples, and cheese everyone is used to.
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For Everyone
True to her word, anyone who approaches will get open arms, no matter what happened down there in the trial room. She has another open notebook as well, on which is written: Sleepover tonight?
She does have a plate of scones, which she occasionally nibbles at.]
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...Hi.
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... Then he spots the other note. ]
Uh... I think I'm gonna skip the sleepover this time... Got some things I need to take care of.
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If my limited understanding of how BSL grammar works doesn't hold true I'm sorry
[She's had close to a month of watching her erstwhile classmate's hands and mentally hearing a voice, now. She's been given a name in this silent language. The library had books on it along with books on the ones she'd have to learn to pronounce, she'd had time, and... now seems like a decent time to try.
She's nervous, so she's moving awkwardly. Her face is a mask of concentration. Timeframe, topic, action, the words have to go in that order, and she has to remember this. No matter what, her signing is going to come off amateurish, a foreigner speaking a language she doesn't really understand.
[Immediately/right now] sorry
Thank you
[Tomorrow] fight plan yes
She still isn't quite sure how to mark something as a question, so she tilts her head to one side after "yes".]
It's fine I've just been translating directly myself
I just couldn't figure out a better way to show she's not really confident or fluent!
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Dewey couldn't help but freeze in front of her. Not that he wanted to reject it, exactly. But he was standing there wondering if he even deserved one after everything that happened.
"Fucking asshole"
He promised himself he wouldn't be fishing for others to stroke his ego after that trial. But part of him wondered what would happen if he said "you were right" to her.]
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She heads up to the Science Lab, and she sits on the floor.
No talkee me angee.]
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Oh...! Um...
[What does Adorabat even say?]
...Uh... Sonic... isn't a monster.
[Is... is that good?]
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I made them all by myself. I'm not as good as Yuta, but it should still taste the same?
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cw: toxic relationship discussion
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[He comes in, expecting he'd be cooking again, albeit for less people again.
When he sees the food, however, something in his eyes simply just goes blank. He doesn't seem angry, and it doesn't seem to be anything against anyone. But it's obvious he's just...sad. Empty.
He turns to leave, though now before getting some raw meat from the fridge.]
I gotta feed Owlbert.
[Otherwise...there's no sign of him anywhere in his normal haunts. Not in the art room. Not in the gym. Not in the library. Not in the dance studio. He might be in his room-the door is closed. Or he may be elsewhere.
Either way, it's clear that the events of today have thoroughly shaken him to his core. Badly.]
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Sonic...? Sonic!
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I... I need to talk to you...!
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Searching (Butterfly Room?)
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[Adorabat writes down Dylan's name. She draws down a couple of planets, and then a dog with a bat sitting on him, both happy. She sets down two black plushie rabbits, a space helmet, and a skateboard.]
[Then, she starts to write Jeanne's name, but pauses after the "J". She stays like that for a while before sighing and finishing the name. She draws a rectangle with spikes inside. She stares at the name for quite some time before adding in "not a monstir".]
Cafeteria
[Adorabat is idly sitting, just poking at her snacks. She's not crying, she's not grieving. She doesn't look sad, more just... thinking about everything.]
Playground
[Adorabat made herself scarce from the cafeteria after a while. She's moved to the playground, perching herself onto the top of the fence. She's staring out into the void, unmoving, not towards it nor away from it.]
Memorial
Deep breath, try to smile. You got this. ]
Hey. Adorabat. I found something for Jeanne.
[ He walks over and sets down the iron maiden fingertrap next to her name. ]
There was also this egg in Dylan's room, not sure what it's for... And some notes.
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cafeteria
But, rather than gloating, she's here to set a small platter of specially-made ice cream sandwiches by Adorabat.]
...I know it's not worth much, but... I thought that I should apologize to you, if nothing else.
Re: cafeteria
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not actually spoilers yasu just thinks of herself like this
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He's in the Laundry Room, taking his uniform and wearing it in that incredibly peculiar way. Jacket hung off his shoulders, undershirt unbuttoned down to his stomach and collar popped up. But he was done wearing his tie like a headband. Instead, he was taking the tie and cutting it with scissors so it looked more like an eyepatch.
Then he went through the hampers and took a spare miniskirt from one of the bigger girl uniforms, tearing a slit in the left side using the scissors. The length it was compared to him, it almost went down to his ankles.
And then, finally, he was taking the girl uniforms' loafers and doing his best to cut them into open-toed sandals without mangling them too bad.
Finally, the look was complete. He didn't care how dumb it looked. He was making a statement. That he meant business.
Later on, when it's almost curfew, in the dormitory, you can see a paper taped on his door, with writing on it reading "Self-defense on Sunday. Meet me in the playground for more details."
And surely, at the Playground, staring out through the chain fence. Over his shoulders, he slung one of the forester's axes from the vending machine, having a vicegrip on it.]
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...
How do we kill a ghost?
[Blunt and straightforward.
Wow, she is pissed.]
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Laundry Room
Dewey...? What are you doing?
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Things that he found while raiding Dylan and Jeanne's rooms for memorial items... Like notes...
If anyone needs him right this second, he'll be loitering in Dylan's room, reading through the notes. The first two are put on the bed, but the third... He's trying not to cry on the paper, but the emotions are too strong. ]
Urgh... [ He sighs, folding the paper in half. ] I'll have to hold onto this one. I'm the only one who's going back to his world if I make it out alive... But there's still Great Auntie to deal with...
[ For once, the thought of confronting her isn't as horrifying as it was. She's only human, and an ancient one at that. If he can deal with literal nightmare dolls, he can surely deal with her. ]
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She should go through her things, put her effects in order like you're supposed to do with the dead... But instead, she just sits with her back against the wall. She digs through the backpack and finds the breakfast bars. And... Kuro can't deny that she's really, really hungry, even after everything that happened, so she just...
She goes to town on them. If anyone else walks in here for any reason, they're going to find Kuro stuffing her face as if these breakfast bars have done her a personal insult, several of their plastic wrappers already discarded around her.
She does head to the cafeteria later, though. She steps through the doorway, takes a deep breath to suck down the smells of prepared food, and... ]
Yasu— [ She's calling out through the cafeteria, her tone clearly one of complaint. ] Jeanne said she wanted to have pasta—!
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and rip something or-]Uh.
What are you doing?
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[Yasu slaps her forehead, sighing and acting for all the world like today's just an ordinary day rather than one where their lives went a step beyond "upside-down" and spun off into some incomprehensible mirror dimension.
(Not the literal incomprehensible mirror dimension, unfortunately. That would make things much easier.)]
I'll put some water on to boil... hm, do you think she would've wanted red sauce, alfredo, or plain butter?
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Where he winds up taking his snack to is the music room, where he pulls out the guitar to mess around on. Eventually he's playing his less-good approximation of this. Seems like it's just as much sending off the old mastermind as it is playing in the new one, but he's certainly not thrilled either way.]
♪ It's not about your drip of honey
We're screaming for what's burning inside
It's not about your blood-filled money
We're the sound of what's been crawling inside ♪
[...Feels good to vent for a second! His singing voice isn't terrific, but it doesn't have to be at the moment.]
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[She's bantering and laughing as if she didn't spend the past week huddled and crying in her room, or the week before that halfway to a nervous wreck.]
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She starts by popping into the tea party for a bit, though her table manners are... not ideal. She kicks her feet up on the chair next to her, tea full of sugar and cream, and a small stack of scones next to her. And for a little while, she just sort of... vibes there.
Later on, she's wandering the halls, whistling to herself. Hermes, her little alien buddy, is perched expertly on her shoulder. If she sees anyone else, she'll wave. ]
So. Do you think we're allowed to wreck the place now that the Principal's been fired? As it were.
Halls
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