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

[spychic]

....

Anya...doesn't think that'd work. Not without hurting everyone else first. She should've...should've just talked to us. Should've known it was bad, especially when there were lies. Liars are almost always bad...!

[She squirms.]

...

Anya...wants things to go back to how they were. At least everyone was mad at Father. At least everyone didn't like him. At least...it felt like we were friends.

[temmapathy]

I want that too! [Emma's eyes are starting to mist up with tears, but she struggles to keep them clear so she can read Anya's lips.] We argued and fought a lot during the trial, but then we were all standing up together against Father...and then Fake-A changed everything.

[She leans forward slightly.] Anya...do you want to have a sleepover tonight? Just you and me? I...I don't want to be alone...

[spychic]

[At least Emma understands. If no one else fully understands, Emma does...]

Okay. Anya will have a sleepover with Emma.

[She wants to cry, too. But she can't.]

Emma should eat too. For Emma's health.

[temmapathy]

[Emma nods.] I already ate at the cafeteria. But I guess I should try the bunnies I made. [She picks up one to take a light bite out of.]

Well, they might be a little lopsided, but they still taste good.