we're gonna afterparty and you're GOING TO FUCKING LIKE IT

[presomnia]

[Tiki wanders into the great hall expecting company, expecting a full room just like before to abate her loneliness and what she finds instead is...Mahiro, chillin'.

And no one else.

Okay. Cool. Fine. She'll throw a goddamn party herself IF THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING, TRY HER.

So she drags one (1) rude teen into the kitchen despite protests that he can't cook, finds Eizen actively in the middle of cooking, and takes full advantage of the situation and also her own cute charm until curry for two turns into curry for twenty four.

Everyone will find notes slipped under their door, courtesy of Tiki's new gopher since he refuses to cook, the first part written in loose, loopy handwriting like an elementary schooler who hasn't quite gotten the hang of the cursive they've been taught:]

Let's meet in the Great Hall together in about an hour and have dinner again this time, so nobody has to be alone.

[aaand under that in a completely different set of handwriting:]

I don't know why we're doing this after someone died from getting poisoned through food but at least there won't be any fucking cake. Don't come if you don't want to.

[hm. well.

in the Great Hall, Tiki's hard at work setting up Eizen's mabo curry for the taking (and she's bullied him into making exactly one plate of non-spicy curry because she loves Hanyuu), and also hard at work into bullying Mahiro into helping her set up silverware and plates and beverages. It's not much, but it's here.]

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[pseudoregelia]

[Hiyono is... there. She's not eating anything, but she'll stand near Ayumu in quiet contemplation for a bit.

Catch her quickly, if you want to talk to her. Because before long, she'll tug on Ayumu's sleeve in a signal to walk back to their room for the night.]

[breakingthrough]

[Edna doesn't spend much time there either. However... seeing Hiyono's face, Edna pulls something out. It's wrapped up with care but-- it has a familiar smell. A good one.

It's one of Ayumu's cookies from the first gathering.]

Here. [Being nice is awkward gosh--] Just returning the favor for last time.

[It's nothing special... just. Hiyono is one of the humans she kind of likes.]

[originallutece]

[Rosalind isn't in the partying mood. Quite frankly, it's a miracle she isn't holed up in her room, but she doesn't quite want to be alone. And anyway, if nothing else, she wants to check up on a few people. So she slips in, her arms crossed tight over her chest, sitting at a table. She isn't eating, but she is absently sipping at a bottle, because what better time to drink than now, hm?

Later on, she'll be sitting outside near the pond, absently staring up at the stars.]

[presomnia]

[Tiki's just busy enough that even though she sees Rosalind here and there at the party ("party") proper, she never quite manages to get all the way over to her—by the time Tiki isn't so preoccupied that she can't seek Rosalind out, she's gone.

She's not in their room, which only worries her, so she scurries about here and there to find her—maybe approaching lone silhouettes at the pond in the darkness all by herself isn't the smartest thing Tiki's ever done but it's what she's doing. It turns out to be Rosalind, she realizes as she gets close, so it's fine? It's fine.

Fluffing and shifting her ribbons and sashes to keep them out of the way, she wastes no time at all sitting down next to Rosalind.] There you are. [A pause, as she makes herself comfy, and she follows Ros's gaze up to the stars.] I was told that you get to join the stars when you die, but I couldn't find Rika or Chiaki when I looked before. I think—I hope they got to go home. Sen-Sen and Hei-Hei, too.

[use people's names for god's sake tiki you're clearly capable of it]

[bratsitter]

[ Yukimi wasn't super friendly with Sen, but they had a decent understanding with each other. He understood that the grief over her death was different for different people.

So he's gonna quietly set a plate of cheese and crackers and another bottle of alcohol down near Ros while taking a seat.

No need to get completely wasted because she wouldn't eat at least something with the alcohol.]

[aumygoddess]

[ well that was. not as emotionally draining for her as last week but still capital-I-Intense.

Hanyuu can be found eating her lone plate of non-spicy curry because Tiki is a good bean so even if she's not hungry she's going to eat all the food someone made especially for her. ]

[devilsphysician]

[Georik sits close, having Quite The Experience of having a curry, and a spicy one in the first time in his life. He coughs mostly after the first couple of bites - wow, that actually got a lot of heat, but boy his sinuses are clear!]

Is it... suppose to be this warm?

[godinsolitude]

[Ayumu, for once, isn't cooking. He's snagged a seat somewhere off to the side, near Hiyono, not really in the mood to socialize but not willing to just retreat immediately, either.

He's not eating, either. He doesn't have the stomach for it right now.]

[fedorascout]

[Despite having kind of helped direct suspicions at Senhime -- others did most of the job, but he considers he did enough -- Kizakura's not feeling triumphant at all. Why to feel good for that? It's another person dead.

He's not eating anything, he doesn't have appetite right now. Instead he's outside, staring at the distance. He looks contemplative]

...you know, despite everything, I was hoping I was wrong. Not because I wanted someone else dead, but because I thought it had been an accident. I don't know if the fact she did it on purpose should make me feel better or worse.

[Not that it'd have stopped him from trying to pinpoint the culprit. That's something that needs to be done no matter what]

[originallutece]

. . . agreed.

[She and Sen had gone out last trial. Stupidly, that's all Ros can think about; how the two of them had headed over to the bathhouse, eager to wash off the horror of the execution.

Now here she is, outside once more, and she can't help but wonder if Kizakura's next.]

At the very least, she went to her death on a crime she deliberately chose.

[gyakusatsu]

What can you say. It's hard to know what a person is truly capable of after a mere two weeks.

[There's just a touch of cold distance in Misora's tone here, though it's not really directed at Kizakura.]

[gyakusatsu]

[Does Misora want to "party"? No. But she does think eating is a good idea even if her stomach seems to disagree. There's no point in going hungry as it'll only make her grumpier later on. She has a plate in her hands with a generous amount of curry on it, though she hasn't yet taken a bite of it.

She doesn't sit at the table where most other people have gathered. instead she's leaning against the wall by the portraits and seems to be watching others.]

[browbeater]

Hey.

[he doesn't know what to think, after all of that, but he doesn't want to be alone.]

[irrationalities]

[Mahiro's wondering how he let himself get roped into this. Like everything, it could probably be chalked up to being in the wrong place at the wrong time when a particularly naggy kid(?) ran up to him to drag him around. So he reluctantly delivered the messages and returned to the great hall only to get pestered into more work.

When he finally finishes, he's just silently and irritably eating his own plate of mabo curry while seated at the more peripheral tables. Feel free to catch him while he's setting out the food and the like, or when he's eating, it's all good!?]

[gyakusatsu]

[As Mahiro sets the plates, Misora moves to help him out. Not that she thinks he really needs the help, but it's good to move and be preoccupied with a physical task than it is to just brood alone.]

I didn't know you cooked.

[Or so she assumes anyway considering he's here early and helping set the tables.]

[presomnia]

Oh, Mahi!

[tiki use people's names for the love of god

anyway here she comes, maybe with a new task to send him on?!?! oh no]

Do you like the curry?

[that's

no, that's it, apparently]

[maddogs]

[ majima's notably not at the party despite it being hosted by his sleep-sister-in-arms, Tiki-chan. he's ditched his hideous green cloak and is just hanging out outside being sentimental -- a thing he'd definitely never admit to, but feels all the same. ]

[buddyoldpal]

[ The magic is gone now, officially. For all that Nishitani's been avoiding darker subjects with Majima, there's really no way to avoid it now.

With the way Majima was invested in the trial, it's clear that some of it hit closer to home than the last. Maybe for once, it's time to get real. ]

Hey.

[ Don't worry, he didn't show up empty handed. He brought two glasses of cold sake, and he offers one to Majima, of course. ]

[originallutece]

[Outside is the place to be, apparently. Rosalind emerges not too long afterwards, her arms crossed tight over her chest, her mouth drawn. She recognizes Majima's figure in the distance, and comes to stand next to him, her head tipped back in its usual proud bearing.]

I won't ask you if you're all right, because that's a stupid question. But I will ask if you want to talk about it.

[presomnia]

[welp, time to round out the sleepover trio visits appropriately

that is—Tiki doesn't find Majima at the party, doesn't find him in their room, and wanders about this way and that until she does find him outside. she's not the person to ask him how he's feeling, to let him talk about it; out of a thousand years of life, she's spent so few conscious that she's still young and new and all of this is confusing and raw. all Tiki knows for sure is that there's nothing worse than being alone.

and so—]

Hi.

[—and she just sort of. sits down on the ground next to wherever he's hanging around. just so it's clear she's not going anywhere.]

[coinflipped]

[So Eizen’s plan was to just make mabo curry for two in the kitchen so he could go to his sister and talk because he probably had an ass-kicking coming. While he’s cooking, he has a bottle of rum next to him that he’s occasionally taking a swig out of. Eventually his cooking for two turns into cooking for twenty-four, one being a special plate of non-spicy mabo curry because Eizen was bullied into it. So he can be found there cooking and drinking because he can’t leave the pirate’s life of rum…]

Closed to Edna

[After he’s done being bulled into cooking, he’s going to Edna’s room, knocking on her door the best he can while he has rum and two plates of mabo curry in his hands.]

You there?

[buddyoldpal]

[ What a nice guy... Nishitani scoots right up to him, watching him cook. ]

Glad yer sister turned out alright, Eizen-kun. Guess that curse of yers is gonna hafta wait another week.

[breakingthrough]

[Although there wasn't anything to celebrate, like last week Edna thought she'd join the others. Being alone now felt... Well, she hadn't particularly liked it for some time. But it was different in this situation.

But Eizen got to her door before she left.]

Oh. It's you.

[It's more along the lines of her usual dry tone than the slightly sharp one she'd struck him with a few times during the trial. But it's not the most inviting either. Though she knew by morning any attempts to stay mad at him would die, she would certainly fight to maintain it as long as she could.]

...come in.

[Probably best not to drag this out to the party.]

cw alcohol

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani's here. He's got a bottle of something strong in his hand and he's drinking straight from it, but he's here. Mostly he just feels like it was a waste, but he sure wouldn't mind waking up tomorrow and finding out this was all a bad dream. ]

Fuckin' Sen-chan... coulda just asked fer fuckin' help.

[ He'll grab a plate of curry because hey, if they're gonna die at least they'll all die, huh? He's siiiighing mostly, but he'll eat because free food, right? ]

What a damn fuckin' waste.

[originallutece]

[It's odd. Two weeks ago, she was alternating between being irritated and wary at the sight of Nishitani; now the moment he settles at a table, Ros heads for him. She's got her own bottle, thanks, because tonight is a night for drinking. No food, though. She's not precisely in the mood to eat.]

To say the least.

[Her expression is tight, more angry than upset, and more neutral than angry.]

And I don't understand the point of it all.

[presomnia]

[it's her!! she's here!!!! she tried so hard

she's flitting about, trying to keep things organized and accessible for everyone—there's not much in the way of comfort here, but she wants things to be as comfortable as they can be. she's doing...okay, well, she's trying her best. mostly, she just wants the company.

if she notices anyone lingering at the food, she'll say, gently,] Eizey made it. ["eizey" for god's sake tiki just use people's names] I've had some already, and it's very good, just a little spicy. [and she's not dead so it's probably not poisoned!!!!

elsewise, she'll be here to bother and be bothered by.]

[coinflipped]

[/squints]

Really? 'Eizey'?

[It can't be that hard to say 'Eizen'.]