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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[maddogs]

The whole thing's pretty fucked up.

[gyakusatsu]

[...A very tiny part of her, the part that still wants there to be some sanity in this castle is facepalming. For the most part though, she accepts it with a repressed sigh.]

Did he say anything about whether we could get them back or-?

[This is probably the most hopeful she's looked in weeks and hearing it in her own voice makes it seem pretty futile.
Places like these don't have happy endings, after all.]

[buddyoldpal]

He said he'd left somethin'. Somethin' none of us ain't found yet, but somethin' that's supposed ta fuckin' help us stop the fucker behind this shit.

[ Of course, Nishitani won't be big on details since The Sage is listening at all times, but this seems like knowledge someone should have shared by now. ]

I ain't sure if that's gonna bring people back or what, but it ain't nothin'.

[maddogs]

Hope's kinda an awful thing sometimes, but it might be worth it in this case.