ain't no party like a murdergame afterparty, cw: some mentions of alcohol

[originallutece]

[--cuz a murdergame afterparty is horrifying and sad and possibly a little threatening if Mahiro insists on bringing his gun with him, please don't do that buddy.

Honestly, guys, we're running out of cooks at this rate. But it's nice to gather after horrifying events, and so while Rosalind's cooking skills are absolutely terrible, her alcohol-pouring skills are a little better. Come have a glass of wine or three and ruminate on the fact that there's only fourteen of us left.]

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[devilsphysician]

[Georik did what he usually does when stressed - throw himself into that notebook, writing like a mad man, but he gratefully accepts the alcohol Rosalind is slinging, his pen tapping on the page, seeming to be stuck on something]

Who... just... damn, more riddles and vaguely worded statements, I'd give my arm for a straight answer.

[originallutece]

. . . are you speaking about the trial, or our imprisonment in general?

[godinsolitude]

[The first sign showing anyone that Ayumu's affected by all of this is probably that Ayumu isn't in the kitchen. He's not cooking tonight, he's just eating a sandwich off in some quiet corner.

Exactly how bad is he feeling? He's sure not talking.]

[pseudoregelia]

[Eventually she wanders back into the hall and just sort of

Collapses into the chair next to him.]

That was scary...

[The sound of bullets so close... She really didn't miss that sound.]

[originallutece]

[Rosalind herself isn't going to be sticking around for long. She'd liked all three of this week's victims, and while she's at least glad they found the truth, it all seems such a tremendous waste. But while she's here, she's at least going to be engaging in her fellow survivors.]

Fourteen, now.

private; where are her boys

[It's not that she doesn't believe the Teishu, but after today, Ros wants personal confirmation that both her roommates are relatively unharmed. So soon she'll be heading out of the great hall and up the stairs, knocking a few times before ducking her head in.]

[maddogs]

[ they're not fucking, at least??? like. that's a real start. but theyre like cuddling??? in one bed. majimas mostly sprawled over nishitani like he got there and just gave up, but they look not too worse for wear. majima looks happy?? so theres that. ]

Ah! Lutece-han. What's up?

[aumygoddess]

[ Well, she's not drinking, but she is cooking if anyone wants food. HURRIEDLY-MADE CURRY AND SOUP FOR ALL, RIGHT DOWN IN THE KITCHEN.

Although even when she's done with dinner, she...keeps cooking. And keeps cooking. And is probably cooking well into the night.

It's how she's distracting herself, don't look at her like that. ]

[presomnia]

[okay. well. Tiki does in fact want curry but not this much of it.

but Hanyuu is her new sleepover buddy apparently so no matter how late it gets Tiki is just gonna be here, sitting on a tall chair and kicking her feet under it, sometimes eating more curry?? she can't eat all of this food but by god she'll try to make a dent in it]

[originallutece]

[She doesn't say anything for a long while. She's not all that hungry, frankly, but nor does she want to brood alone.]

It's been a long five weeks, hasn't it.

[blacksong]

[Who doesn't want some food after being stuck in a room for seven hours, right?? That's how she's felt every week at least, but that's probably not surprising.

She watches idly as Hanyuu cooks almost obsessively, still chewing her food when she asks:]

You cooking that much because we're running out of people who cook? [#conversationstarters]

[devilsphysician]

[After he did all he could with throwing himself into documenting and writing, he wandered around until he found Hanyuu cooking, and noted the almost automated way she was moving]

Would you want me to get you a drink, it's probably exhausting to be so close to a hot stove for so long.

[pseudoregelia]

[Laundry Room + Music Room]

[Before the Teishu can take the body away, Hiyono retrieves Mako's scarf. She then books it over to the laundry room, where she can scrub it free of the blood before it sets.

It's admittedly difficult, thanks to the color. But once that's done, she wrings it out as best as she can and takes it back to the room with a towel to let it dry, fully intending to bring it to the shrine the next day.

Speaking of the shrine in the music room, she'll also take the paper dolls for Mako, Miyamura, and Jin and set them up alongside the others. The shrine itself is at the back of the stage, no longer under the ominous sakura tree everyone's been warned about. Miyamura and Jin are, of course, left together.

People are free to meet her at any point in this, at the laundry room or music room (or Ayumu's room in the case of remaining roomies.)]

[Afterparty]

[And once she walks in fifteen minutes late without food, she just sort of... Collapses into a chair. Hoo boy that sure was a roommate shot dead right next to her, that happened.]

music room;

[originallutece]

[She looks at the shrine for a long few seconds, then:]

I like it better here than the tree. Did you make the dolls?

[gyakusatsu]

Infirmary
[With that trial and that goddamn discussion with Mahiro's stubborn brat ass, someone is in dire need of a headache and has a bit of a "everything about this castle can just piss off" expression on her face as she walks inside. She knows Nishitani and Majima are both allegedly present though, so she'll keep it quiet just in case they're resting.]

Sakura Tree
[She's avoiding the hell out of the great hall because she's really not in the mood for company. But she does sit outside by the Sakura Tree trying to get some fresh air. And by fresh air, I mean she's got a rope tied around a pillow and has it dangling from one of the tree's branches. It's hardly a good substitute for a punching bag, but for now it's going to have to suffice.]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani and Majima certainly should be resting. But the last thing they'd ever do is play it safe.

Which is to say, Majima's made it onto Nishitani's cot and Nishitani's as nosy as ever. ]

Naomi-chan! How's it goin'? Heard ya caught the killer again.

Sakura tree

[notimmortal]

[So not seeing Misora at party among some other people prompts Jansen to make up some food to take to a couple of his friends and go looking for them. He wasn't pleased about the result of that trial either, but all the living can do is move on and do the best to keep on living. He tries to make something that would at least be easy to carry and goes with some rice balls. And then off to find people and so he ends up at the Sakura Tree and finding Misora.]

Here, you should eat something if you haven't yet.

[And he's going to offer her one of the rice balls.]

i don't want too many hits on this but -

[divertimento]

bedroom hallways
[Elliot is not at the afterparty, surprising no one, because he's been at precisely one in five weeks.

That said, if anyone wanders into the bedroom hallways, they might just find Elliot struggling to move his belongings... or maybe even struggling even worse to push a bed, depending on how late they find him.

There's something holding the door to his own room ajar, and the key is in the lock. It shouldn't be hard to piece together what he's trying to do.]

[godinsolitude]

[Ayumu didn't want to linger at the party long-- Today had been long and exhausting, and given him yet more regrets. Nothing about the end of the trial had settled well on his stomach, and what little he'd eaten just sat heavy there.

He wanted a nap. He'd heading to do just that, or at least rest his head a little, when he spots Elliot's door ajar.

He pauses in his steps, peering through the gap with a frown.]

Elliot?

[presomnia]

[Tiki is in fact actually out and about relatively late because Hanyuu is up late stress baking, so she does see Elliot trying to push a bed down the hall and she sort of. stops. stares at him]

Elli? [a pause as she looks this situation over.] What are you doing?

[pseudoregelia]

[She catches sight of him as she's walking back from the laundry room, the damp red scarf peeking out from in between towels. And once she does see him, belongings in hand, she just... stops.]

...Elliot-san?

[She isn't stupid. She can see what's happening here.]

if there are too many tags, I can take this down <3

[gyakusatsu]

[She sizes up the situation pretty quickly here, yeah. She's not quiet about approaching him so it hopefully doesn't come as a surprise when she touches his shoulder.]

Elliot, please don't do this... at least stay with me.

[irrationalities]

Bedroom Hallways

[Saving anyone from any further scares, he actually does put his gun the fuck back in his room because he has enough common sense to not just run around with it all day. Anyone that's hanging around might notice that there's some rustling from Miyamura's room and if they look inside, it appears as if Mahiro's searching around. And if they arrive at a particular moment, they might see him silently reading over a letter in his hand.]

Training Ground

[There's no deep reason to set them off here - it's a decision founded out of practicality more than anything else. The fireworks that he pulls out are blatantly crude and probably more akin to firecrackers than anything else. Still, he lights up a couple and tosses them a safe distance away. It's fairly loud and any onlookers would see flashes of purple, red and blue.]

training ground;

[originallutece]

[It's not hard to find Mahiro, not with all that ruckus being raised. Rosalind clasps her hands behind her back, watching him at it for a long few seconds. Tonight was a mess, and while she isn't disgusted by his actions, she had found them unnecessary. Still, it had granted Mako a swift death, and if nothing else, that's worth something.

She wouldn't have sought him out, though, if it hadn't been for Jin's letter. There'd been a lot there she'd had to digest, but one sentence had stood out to her.

Figure things out and survive.

There's something she and Mahiro have yet to go over, isn't there . . .?]

Mahiro.

[She doesn't come forward, but rather calls his name over the courtyard.]

training grounds

[blacksong]

[Anything going on is enough to catch Zero's interest these days, but this actually proves sort of worthwhile. She's never seen fireworks, not even crude ones.]

What are these?

[presomnia]

[Tiki is...here. that's really the most that can be said for her. she's fragile and red-faced and puffy-eyed, Marth's cape wrapped around her where she's sitting, her head inelegantly rested on the table—buuut she's here.

she's. had better days.]

...Maybe I'll just take a nap...

[dislikes: sleeping, but this is the point that we're at, gang.]