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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[divertimento]

[His eyes widen a little at her last statement, and he flounders for words for a moment before managing a response.]

...Me, either. Getting to know you, I mean. [Awkward, but genuine.] There's a lot of things I regret here, but you guys aren't ever gonna be one of them.

[pseudoregelia]

[She nods.]

The next time you're feeling down... please remember the impact you've had on everybody here. Even though it seems harsh, even though it seems bleak... You've managed to bring goodness and kindness into this place.

[And with that, she'll turn to leave him be in peace.]