Week 3 Post-Trial

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[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.]

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[xxxx_me]

[Immediately after the trial, Allen hurries to his room to bring some of the clothes received from the vending machine before going into Franziska's room. It seems he's poking around in there - though others can easily notice as much.

Later, he's back in his own room again, door open as he stares glumly at the ceiling. A gel pen and his notebook lay next to him, open to a blank page.]

[undershadow]

[ Well, that was dark. But first things first!

Lena heads out to the garden, where she dons an insanely huge pair of gloves, takes some pruners that are similarly way too big for her, and starts absolutely fuckin' whaling on the nightshade bush. ]

Stupid — thematic — poison — flowers—

[ When she's done cutting it down to the ground, she tosses her tools away and stands alone, breathing heavily. She says to absolutely no one: ]

Ugh, it's totally gonna be back tomorrow.

[ And she summarily flops back down onto the grass, where she lies still for a while, staring up at the fake night sky. It really is quiet, isn't it? All she's got are her own thoughts, and her own memories, and her voice echoing in the back of her mind.

(One sip, lights out, grab the dime.)

And if any footfalls break that quiet, well. ]

I'm armed.

[strictura]

[ Nagisa goes back to his room when the trial is over, only to be greeted by some music that's somehow still playing from the jukebox that Gilgamesh brought in here last night. With a sigh, he unplugs it and makes an effort to push it out into the hallway, because he probably ought to return this before anyone misses it, but wow, he is not nearly strong enough for this.

He pushes all his weight against it, and it moves... about an inch. ]

Ugh... come on...


[ At dinner time, he goes to the dining hall, where he slowly picks at his main course while reading a book. When he finally gets to the chocolate chip cookie he picked up for dessert, he just pauses and frowns at it after the first bite. ]

[ballooncaged]

[Mizuki has her coat back on, glad for it in the breeze of the garden. And... glad for the thumb holes protecting her hands as she runs up to grab the trunk of that strange new whispering tree.]

Are you still alive in there? I keep trying to figure out what all you crazy girls are trying to tell me, but this is too much!