Post-Trial II Afterparty

[cellpreservation]

[The good news is, snacks were already made! He just takes the food baggies out of the fridge - today's menu is sliced apples again, but also crackers. Yum!

There's exactly enough baggies for each surviving person, because look - they all knew how this was going to end.]

Comments

[cellpreservation]

[He'll be in his usual seat, watching to see who makes it in.]

[violence_ensues]

Memorial

[Adorabat heads to where she left the memorial to Luz. The book is still there, safe and sound, as are the words and drawings. She's frowning as she takes out a permanent marker and writes down Edward's name, decorating it with black blood drops. She then takes the photos of Bella she took during the end of the trial and sets them down under the name. She sighs dejectedly.]

...'m sorry everyone was mean to you...

[She spends some time moping around here before flying off.]

Edward's Room

[There is crying coming from Edward's room. Should you poke your head in, you'll find Adorabat crying into her wings on the bed. Next to her is a letter. She doesn't notice you right away.]

Cafeteria Table

[Adorabat is miserable, sitting silently at the table, idly poking at the snacks in front of her with a wing. If you can see her eyes, you may be able to tell that she had been crying. Should you decide to approach, she notices you and makes a quick glance at you before returning her gaze to the snacks.]

Hi...

[It's extremely clear something is on her mind and is bugging her.]

CAFETERIA TABLE

[canreallymove]

[It's...a worrying long time before Sonic even arrives to the afterparty. He does sit near Adorabat, but he's not eating.]

...Hey.

[He is worryingly subdued as well.]

Edward's Room

[panglici]

[Carrie isn't even really sure what she's doing here. The sound of crying is - she should be comforting Adorabat. She should be doing anything except falling into reading that letter sitting next to her.

She should be doing so many things. Should have done so many things. Instead she reads, and drops the letter, and then staggers back as if Edward's posthumously returned the blow she landed on his face, finally hitting the wall and sliding down it to sit curled up.]

How could he - how could he?

[lets_dewey_it]

<sub>[...He heard her from inside Edward's room. But he didn't know what to say.

Except, maybe...]</sub>

...Hey.

_{[He looked over to one of the corners of the room, seeing a keytaur with a signature scratched into the back. "DJ Daft Duck".]} ...So that's where this thing was.

Edward's Room

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Is it any surprise that the dog was able to hear someone's cries in this place?]

Adorabat...

[He doesn't try asking if she's okay. That would be stupid.

So he'll just. Jump onto the bed next to her. Waiting for her reaction.]

Memorial

[temmapathy]

Are you going to add Thomasin? Or Reika?

[hashtagwoof]

[ Hunter wandered in late. Again. He was making his bed and debating on explaining the dog thing...

But he decides to save it. Right now he just feels like he stared at Cthulhu for too long and lost sanity for it. Even now he muttering to himself as he absently munches on an apple slice. ]

The principal was on fire. That man was a living fireball, with no face, who controls fire. And he's running a literal murderschool.

How. The hell. Is that reality?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Maybe he was right. Maybe we really are in Hell.

[Hey Hunter, Dylan's actually speaking to you non-hostilely for once.

Hoo...ray?]

[lets_dewey_it]

...I've seen weirder. That's why I'm not afraid of him.

For all I care, until he proves himself to have immortality or some crap, he can be killed.

[temmapathy]

This is some kind of weird place where the monsters under the bed come from, isn't it? Though I don't think HE'S the type to be hiding under anyone's bed.

[holyironmade]

The effect is actually rather similar to the Spirit of Fire that is the main asset of my enemy Hao. It is even possible that he seeks out our deaths for a similar reason of absorbing our souls for more power. I must admit that it is daunting. That is why I needed to increase my ability in the iron maiden.

[He can cut her off at any point in the middle of that nonsense tbh]

[canreallymove]

That the problem you've got with him?

[Sorry, he's a bit...raw.]

[cellpreservation]

[Wearily:]

And the killer was a vampire. I think pretty much anything's possible right now.

[spychic]

cafeteria

[Anya walked into the cafeteria, stiff as a soldier. She looks around - cautiously, carefully - before laying her head down. She doesn't try to go eat anything and she probably won't unless someone chides her to eat. There's no inviting smell of gingerbread. There's nothing.

She looks ahead stoic, still as the grave. And once she's been there for a bit, she leaves silently like a shadow.]

music room

[Anya now was sitting at the piano, looking over the keys with restrained memorization, trying to copy what she saw Edward do. She runs her fingers across the keys, and begins trying to play. She can't do it perfectly. She's not close to it at all. But she's trying.]

meditation room

[Finally, Anya sits in the meditation room quietly. She sits on a cushion, her legs tugged to her chest, not looking up at all. She's silent. She's not crying - not this time - but she's not in a good place.

Her stomach is empty, her eyes are dry, and she hasn't said a word.]

[cellpreservation]

[Sigh.

He'll get up and drop a baggie in front of her.]

Eat.

Music Room

[temmapathy]

[Emma doesn't spend that much time in here, but she notices Anya trying anyways. She walks over, waiting for Anya's hands to stop playing before she taps the younger girl on the shoulder to sign.]

Is that his song?

Music Room

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[Well, after seeing Adorabat in Edward's room, he's sitting down next to her with a keytaur, doing... much of the same as Anya's doing. He's helping as best as he can.]}

[holyironmade]

[Jeanne... is a bit pointedly polite in her acceptance of the baggie. She thought that it would be more lunch-like and filling... but she also worries about what meals it is acceptable to present the others. So. It is time to make. Oatmeal cookies.

In the vein of the intelligent but unexperienced baker, her project has rapidly taken over a large fraction of the kitchen. She has an entire little group of bowls where she is trying to get multiple cracked eggs without shell bits.

Eventually it is done and she has to be outside.]

I do not know... how long we can go on like this. Will that man be the one to decide how long we will suffer...?

[Honestly, the question that makes it sink in for her is that she's running out of good ideas for bible readings. It's not a pressing concern. It's more like she's tired of having to decide so much by herself, even what other people want or need to hear.]

Oatmeal Cookies

[canreallymove]

[After a point, Sonic comes in, his nose twitching.]

...Oh.

Mind if I try one?

[keyringwitness]

[Yasu is one of the last ones to shuffle into the cafeteria. She stayed there for a long time, staring at the shadow of Father, at the ashes, at where Edward used to be.

When she finally arrives in the cafeteria, she's... "calm" would be inaccurate. "Numb" isn't right either. It's more like there are so many emotions, so many cascading realizations, that all the feelings in her heart have lost all meaning.

She sits at a table, miserably gnawing on a cracker and murmuring under her breath,]

I never apologized, did I?

[temmapathy]

Apologized for what? [Emma herself didn't have much opportunity to interact with Edward, so she's more upset some of her friends are upset.]

[lets_dewey_it]

<sub>[Once again, his first place was in the Music Room. Keytaur in hand, he fiddled around with the keys, playing a few sound effects on it before switching it to an instrument. Just the basic piano. Playing a song that Edward once played in front of him... albeit, a little sloppier than he could be playing it.

And he skipped the cafeteria entirely this time. He was instead in the Meditation Room, this time in lotus position, eyes closed.]</sub>

[gotnothing]

[ After everything, Ava actually only really stops into the afterparty itself for a little while - to pick up snacks and grab a drink from the kitchen, mostly. But she's willing to chat before she reaches her final destination!

Afterwards, though, she makes her way to the music room, where she takes a seat at the now-vampire-less piano and... Pauses above the keys for just a moment. For some reason, classical music feels right. But she's from the other side of 2800 from anyone here, so...

Bring Me To Life probably doesn't register as classical music to anyone else here, but here we are. RIP thomasin you would have loved amy lee. ]

music room

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[Well... hope you'll enjoy a backing keytaur from this little duck. He seems to know enough of the song to play it competently, and switching the instrument on his keytaur to a more synth-y sound.]}

[shinedsobright]

[Fret doesn't really do the afterparties because ha ha ha who wants to be vulnerable in front of others, NOT FRET! He will at least grab one of the snack bags with a brief thanks to Yuta before rolling on out. But this time, the thoughts swirling in his head have him too wired to go straight back to his room like he did after Reika's execution. You can find him strolling around the playground, munching the snacks once in a while as he tries to clear his mind. It's quiet out here... But it isn't really working.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Once, twice-third time wasn't the charm.

It doesn't take as long for Dylan to show up as it did last time, but it's still a while. He'll silently take his apple slices, though he'll probably let someone else take his crackers.

You'll either find him one of two ways, eating like he's trying to either savor this meal or prolong it as much as possible, or staring into space, for once not literally.

It's at least better than that blank look he's had a few times now.]

[cellpreservation]

[Dog looks like he's having a Time again, so he'll just go sit in front of him and wave a little to try to get his attention.]

[britbrat]

[ Valmont trudges into the cafeteria with, if possible, even less enthusiasm than last week. He didn't like Edward, and he certainly liked him less than Reika. But it's still not super fun watching your classmate burn to death in a confrontation with the Devil(?) himself. He needs a rest, but first, he needs his damn tea.

In a small miracle, he actually makes it out of the kitchen with a proper cuppa and no new burns in the process! That's character growth. Situating himself at a table, Valmont spends the next appreciable amount of time sipping his tea, chewing the same apple slice for too long, and generally staring into the middle distance. Eventually, though, something occurs to him. ]

Why do you suppose he calls himself Father?

[violence_ensues]

[poke poke]

[Adorabat's a little preoccupied poking the snacks in front of her when she catches sight of Valmont. She stares at him for a couple of moments before flying to the ground and waddling over to him when the question is asked. Is Valmont paying attention to her...?

She pokes her wings together meekly.]

...Cuz he's a big, dumb buttface?