trial 4 afterPARTY

[keyringwitness]

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.

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[hashtagwoof]

... Fair enough. The least I can do is give you their address. Assuming they're still there after all this time.

[ He goes to pick up one of Dylan's notes and carefully tears off a piece that hasn't been written on. ]

You got a pen or pencil on you?

[violence_ensues]

I got this.

[Adorabat offers a permanent marker.]

[hashtagwoof]

Thanks. [ He's gonna take that and write down an address in London. Specifically, Camden Town. 101 Dalmatian Street. ]

Here. [ He hands the slip and marker back. ] It's the house with the paint splattered on the walls. Can't miss it.

[violence_ensues]

Thanks, mission assepted!