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

[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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Not to mention her eagerness not to have someone falsely blamed. Given the Joker wasn't a suspect, you'd think . . .

[But Rosalind firmly believes everyone is selfish in the end. If someone else had been blamed, would she truly have stepped in?]

. . . I suppose it doesn't matter now. For better or worse, she chose what she did. And at the very least, she got what she wanted: no one else died in place of her.

It's shitty, she still took someone down with her.

Indeed. At the very least, it wasn't a child.

[It's not much of a bright side, but on the other hand, she's not trying to be cheerful. It's just an observation.

She lets a long few seconds pass, then, and adds:]

Give us a cigarette, then. We can share one for the evening. Now's as good a time as ever, I should think.

[ they'd had to be good with this ONE PACK of cigarettes, but ros is right. this is as good a time as any. he pulls it out and hands it over. at they going to have to run back to fire-chan to light this real talk ]

I could've voted for the wrong person.

[why is the world a goddamn inconvenience, TO FIRE-CHAN THEY GO]

But you didn't. Because you know that wouldn't solve things, not with her, not in a case like this.

[ alright theyre off to visit fire-chan ]

Nah, I mean like, I almost did. I almost fucked up.

Ah.

. . . are you so concerned with guilt and innocence? Or is it something else?

[It's not an accusing question; she's simply trying to understand. Nishitani had mentioned he would have happily helped Sen cover her tracks, and truth be told, Ros would have done the same. She isn't certain if Majima is in that line of thought as well, or if he's nobler than them.]

I'm concerned with the possibility that I could've willin'ly advocated puttin' someone ta death who was innocent.

[ so yes ]

[That answers that.]

My answer remains the same: you didn't. And though it's . . . frustrating, to say the least, that she didn't confess at first, you were dogged on the truth, just as you were the week before.

There's always a possibility of mistake. But I think, given all that you do to ensure that mistake isn't made, it's a small possibility.

I was right, last week. This week, I was fuckin' over-confident.

[ at least by now theyve made it to fire-chan and they can light their cigarette. ]

[Thank god. Rosalind allows him the first hit, because she's generous like that.]

Then you know not to be next time.

[ he refuses the offer, though, ladies first and all that. ]

Mm. Guess so.

[She'll take that, then, thanks, but she's frowning up at him. It's not that she expects him to be gleeful, god, no, but . . .]

What is it?

[Enough trying to guess. She's never been good at feelings anyway; best just to ask.]

Nothin' - you're right. It'll be better, next time.

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