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.

Comments

[gotnothing]

[ So! We're all doing fine, everyone's cool with each other, and we're coping, and it's cool! Ava is honestly mostly... bemused? This place is weird. She's not built for taking care of kids. And everyone her age seems really intent on killing each other. So she's just been... closing herself off, mostly. But that apparently led to some poor kid getting in a relationship with their kidnapper? So like. No rules here apparently!

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

[lets_dewey_it]

It's about the closest thing to catharsis we can get at this point. So I hope so. _{[He says that, but he doesn't even look like he's in any condition to break stuff. Even after making this entire mixed gender bancho/sukeban getup, he was listless.]}

[gotnothing]

Well hey, I'm a girl who loves catharsis.

[ She looks around. ]

Seen any spray paint anywhere?

[lets_dewey_it]

Could be in the art room. If there's no spray paint we could always use the buckets to splash stuff.

[gotnothing]

Paint is paint. Besides, this place could use some redecorating, don't you think? I've always thought so.

[ and she is already on her way towards the art room.]

[lets_dewey_it]

Yeah. This brutalist white and grey nightmare needs all the color in the world. _{[Actually, being around her's putting him in a more "break stuff" mood now. He's going to get all the paint he can and make this place a work of art.]}

[gotnothing]

That's the spirit, buddy.

[ She stretches a little as she accompanies him to pick up the paints. ]

What're you planning to paint?

[lets_dewey_it]

Probably gonna Jackson Pollock it and just splash it at random until it looks good.

[normalnotroyal]

I would like to think, but perhaps it's best to be cautious.

[She doesn't want anyone to get in trouble...]

[gotnothing]

Counterpoint: It'd be fun though.

[normalnotroyal]

I suppose... if we must live here while we work out how to get home, though, best to not wreck it too much.

[She thinks about the things Carter has told her about Anerican school.]

Maybe we could paint a graffiti on the wall?

[gotnothing]

Well, the fact that you call it "a graffiti" means we are absolutely doing at least one graffiti each.

[ She looks around. ]

I'm sure no one will mind if we raid the art room, right?

[normalnotroyal]

No, the supplies are for everyone's use. Even if that use is... unapproved.

[She doesn't sound disappointed at least.]

[gotnothing]

Then let's use them for everyone. C'mon.

[ and she's going to start off towards the art room! ]

[normalnotroyal]

[Rosalinda follows along, quiet for a few moments until she says:]

How does one do a graffiti?

[gotnothing]

How...?

[ Huh. She's never had to teach someone how to do crime before. ]

Well, you usually just paint like... your name, or a rude message, or something like that. I can show you, if you want.