Week 3 Post-Trial

[xxxx_me]

[It's hard to feel much cheer after finding out the culprit. Everyone's welcome to do whatever brings them peace after such a tense time, whether it's jotting down memories before the next loss or finding other things to occupy themselves with.]

Comments

[strictura]

Gilgamesh brought it to my room last night, I'm just trying to return it--

[ FROWNS AS SHE JUMPS UP THERE, it was heavy enough already!! ]

You're not helping!

[soverainty]

Ahaha, so you're weaker than both Goldie and Cassie? She was going around saying she was going to swing one of us from each arm like some kind of gorilla. Totally would have expected that from the musclehead before I expected it from her.

[Is it because of Oriko’s granny sense of fashion?? Her nerd rep?? To be fair, in terms of nerd rep Nagisa could give anyone a run for their money. Niko continues staring down at him entirely unhelpfully.

She stretches out to a lounge and kicks her heels a little in the air, in fact.]

Don't throw out your back, now ~

[strictura]

[ ...He feels a little bad for immediately inferring that she probably means Mizuki, but. ]

S-so what? It's not like P.E. was a worthwhile subject for me to expend energy on anyway.

[ NO OFFENSE, MASARU ]

Just get off of there, you're wasting both my time and yours!

[soverainty]

[I mean, she called her a musclehead in the middle of trial before in front of their resident monster blockhead and the mastermind and everyone, he's totally valid. There's just an airy smirk as he stumbles over his words.]

Those sound like excuses from somebody getting defeated by a jukebox.

We've really got way too many hopeless nerds in this joint, even with the dogs skewing it.

[Seriously, what is with the dogs. There's a theatrical yawn as she... stretches out a little more, cat-like.]

I'll decide what I'm doing with my time, thanks. You got somewhere to be, Morgue-kun?

[strictura]

[ He bristles at the excuses part, but he also doesn't have any intention of getting into that. He just ignores it and huffs. ]

I mean, I'd like to get some food at some point today.

[ Just preferably not a funnel cake. ]

[soverainty]

And at the rate you're going, you'll be having breakfast for dinner.

[The smirk spreads into a grin the more he huffs and puffs and bristles. It's like poking a housecat, as opposed to poking at all the other potentially murderous cats in their immediate vicinity.

Present company notwithstanding.]

Why don't you just drag one of muscle morons over to do it? Aren't you supposed to be using your head?

[strictura]

I'd be going at a faster rate if you weren't slowing me down.

[ Ugh. ]

Gilgamesh really should be doing it, but I'm not sure where he went after the trial. Okiura had a rough day, so I don't want to ask her to do anything.

[soverainty]

Try not to blame all your problems on people smaller than you! Besides, how do I know you're not just trying to get people down by the jukebox so you can push it over onto them? Hmm?

[She doesn't sound serious about this, but jukebox murder without the music would just be sad, so perhaps the probability is low. (Or she's just messing around. That's a somewhat higher probability.)]

Goldie's a slippery one. But I'm pretty sure musclehead is the type to go out there and start punching things to vent her feelings. She's just got that whole vibe.

[... and I mean then she finds Mizuki assaulting the tree slightly so y'know.]

[strictura]

I don't; I'm blaming one thing on the one person who is objectively responsible for it.

[ He gives the machine a hard push, and he does manage to get it to move a bit despite the added weight... but only by about an inch. ]

If Okiura does want to help with this, I assume she'll say so. I'm just not going to put her in a position where she has to feel obligated.

[soverainty]

You're not all that good at being objective, but that's fine; that's about the level of problem-solving creativity you'd usually get from a megane.

[She says the word in a particularly amused tone, but doesn't budge from atop the machine. She might as well be one of the resident problem felines with how well she's perched up there.]

Besides, you totally don't get it at all.

As long as you ask her how fast she can get this back to the media room, I bet she'd be real happy to show off. Who drags benches all over the castle for their health??

[strictura]

[ What kind of jab is that, he's never worn glasses in his life!! ]

I mean... I guess I could try to find her and see if she'd feel like it.