Post-Trial I Afterparty

[cellpreservation]

[They're down two of their number, and who knows how many more will follow, but for tonight at least... They have a chance to rest.

The school has already been cleaned, leaving no signs of the deaths that occurred on this very day, but that's just as well. After looking around to make sure of that much, Yuta marches into the kitchen and, after a bit of looking around, ends up gathering some snacks: boxed crackers and apple slices that aren't perfectly even in cut but look, he's not the chef of his group, he did his best. These he sets out on some plates in the cafeteria before finding his usual seat to lounge in, eating some apple slices off of a smaller plate he grabbed just for himself.

And then, he waits - to see who trickles in, and who doesn't.

Where is your character in the aftermath?]

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[spychic]

[Anya salutes, and then sprints away. It's not but only a few minutes later that she's grabbed the proper medical supplies and is scampering back.]

Da-da-da-daaaaaa. Anya finds you some aid~!

[temmapathy]

[Meanwhile, Emma has first turned off the stove, before waving a hand near the kettle and flinching away from it.]

How hot did you make this?

[She does grab a stool to bring down some tea bags in various flavors, setting them on the counter before Anya returns.]

Okay, burn cream first. Can I take a look at that burn? I need to see what degree it is.

[britbrat]

As hot as possible, obviously. No one wants to drink lukewarm tea. Well, I don't know, maybe the Americans do.

[ No bodily injury is grievous enough to keep Valmont from snarking about his host country!

He glances up, surprised, as Anya darts back into the kitchen. That was actually quite speedy, he'll give her that. ]

All right, do what you have to. Just - just don't take this as an excuse to amputate my hand, or something.

[ He thrusts the injured hand out at Emma, with some trepidation. Luckily, the burn itself doesn't seem too catastrophic - just redness, no blistering. He did at least let go of the kettle pretty dang quickly. ]

[spychic]

[Anya sits next to this, comfortably.]

Valmont's hand won't be taken off. That would be mean.

Anya wouldn't let that happen.

[She's just cheerfully watching.]

[temmapathy]

[Emma visibly sighs at his comment.]

You know making it too hot can ruin the tea leaves, right?

[Although-alright, looks like it's just a first-degree burn then. She can pick the right cream for that, reaching out to squeeze a dollop on the burn and start rubbing it in.]