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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[cellpreservation]

[Anyway yeah Yuta's in the cafeteria with apple slices, reading some kind of note, although he'll slide it out of view if he notices anyone approaching.]

[spychic]

[Anya hesitantly walks in. She's probably not going to sleep tonight, and she's not sure if she'll be able to eat...but she takes an apple slice and hesitantly takes a bite. Better one thing than nothing at all.

She isn't able to say anything yet. She sits in her own seat in the cafeteria.

She's overwhelmed, and scared, and...

Mama and Papa wouldn't flinch. They would've saved them. Anya needs to be stronger. Needs to be more like them. Needs to be...better. She'll worry about that later.]

[romancing]

[ Koishi spontaneously appears here when Yuta isn't looking, and by then she's eating some crackers and talking to Toritorika. ]

I don't like this, Toritorika.

"I don't like this one bit."

You understand, right? I wish neesan was here, she would know what to do.

"Neesan would know. Wish she was here."

[ Her back and forth with the bird is pretty muted and repetitive, but she seems content to chatter with her regardless. ]

music room

[bellabellabella]

[Edward does what he can to settle down the ones who seem like they were most traumatized by this whole thing and then makes a beeline straight to the piano in the music room, with the plan to spend the rest of the day playing said piano. It seems that he can only half hear what he's playing as his fingers dart across the keys in a manner that's incredibly complex and lovely.

So that's the sort of place this is, in truth. It was what they had been told, and yet....

He feels numb. His mistake. This is the sort of place where a child will be fed to a monstrous clown after having been pushed to kill another, that's just the kind of place this is.]

[cellpreservation]

[He doesn't normally sit with the others, so he'll go ahead and call out, voice a little soft on accounts of there not really being much chatter to speak over:]

Hey, Anya.

[cellpreservation]

[Wait wheremst the fuck did she come from?!]

[panglici]

[Going back to a too-quiet dorm room right now just isn't happening. Carrie basically collapses into a seat right nearby. Close enough to reach out and steal an apple slice - but she thinks better of it, for some reason, and then abruptly presses the heels of her hands to her eyes, grimacing.

She refuses to cry. There's a lump in her throat that's hard to talk around, and her eyes do hurt, but she refuses to cry.]

How could she be so stupid?

[spychic]

[Anya looks up, and then she looks over.]

Oh. Hi, Yuta.

...

Thank you for the appy slices.

[Her smile is weak, but it's still there. It's nice to know...they can all still be kind.

[violence_ensues]

[After a few minutes, Adorabat comes flying in with a black marker. She opens it and writes something on the wall.

LUZ NOCEDA

She then sets a book down under the name.]

[cellpreservation]

[...

Just pushing the plate in front of her. Take a slice, he doesn't care.]

I'm sure the principal knows enough about us to know what kinds of things will get the people here to crack.

[cellpreservation]

[Scratching a little at his head, awkwardly.]

I just figured people would be hungry, that's all.

[spychic]

Anya's not sure if Anya is hungry. Not all the way.

But Anya...preciates it.

It's been a lot, today.

[hashtagwoof]

[ Hunter will be arriving a bit late. It seems he attempted to go to bed and forget about it but was too traumatized to do so.

So, instead, he ends up in the cafeteria with some of the others looking thoroughly shaken from it all... ]

Huh... Someone got out some snacks.

[ PLEASE, ANYONE DISTRACT HIM FOR A SECOND. He doesn't even care if someone gets out the dog toys or something. He has never thought he'd be longing to catch glimpse of a postman or a cat or-

What the hell. He's sitting on the floor and scratching his head with his foot. He's literally too stressed to attempt being human right this second. ]

[temmapathy]

[Emma walks over to look at it, before turning to sign.]

Is that her book...?

[cellpreservation]

Yeah it has. That's why it's important to eat, even if it's just a little.

[A beat. And then, annoyed:]

Ugh. If that stupid wansuke was here, he'd probably have a whole feast ready by now.

[temmapathy]

[Emma comes in to grab some apple slices, shoving one into her mouth and chewing rapidly before signing:]

Thanks.

[spychic]

What's a wansuke?

Is that your friend?

[She says, getting up and sitting closer to him.]

[violence_ensues]

[Hey, Emma.]

I only talked to her the once and she mentioned the book. Later, I got it out of the machine. I never got to read it.

[cellpreservation]

You're welcome, I guess.

[It's just sliced apples, this isn't exactly a gourmet meal.]

[cellpreservation]

He's just an idiot I know back home.

[So yes.]

...But he was really good at cooking.

[panglici]

He had six months with us as his biddable little dolls, probably answering all sorts of questions. I hate this so much.

[She heard the plate scrape against the tabletop, so she lowers her hands and does take a slice. She manages to eat it before she has to swipe at her eyes, but... that she can't keep from crying is enough that she just makes a frustrated growly sort of noise and slumps down against the table, grabbing a second slice of apple right after.]

[cellpreservation]

[...

Tosses him an apple slice. Just to see what happens.]

[spychic]

Ehehe. So he was your friend. Anya had friends at home, too...

[She thinks.]

Well. A friend. [she has ONE] Anya doesn't think Becky cooks, though. Papa does...and his food is made with love.

That's why it's the best food.

[romancing]

[ She walked into the room on her own two feet, gosh. ]

[keyringwitness]

[While Yasu does manage to hold herself together until they're released, and even drifts into the cafeteria with some sense of purpose... as soon as she sits down on a comfy-ish chair off to the side, she collapses, sobbing into her own shoulder and clutching a porcelain doll so tight that it's a wonder that it doesn't crack.

The unintelligible crying dies down after a few minutes, but Yasu still refuses to get up and talk with anyone. Tears silently stream down her face as she just sits there and wallows in her own misery.]