Revue of Horror

[musacal]

[ WELL.... THAT SUCKED. When it was all over and they were set free, Nana went straight to her comfort place - the kitchen. She then did what she does best: cook and take care of people. With some help from Riley she's got some baking underway pretty quickly.

Soon folks will find slips of paper from her, either slipped under door ways or given to them directly. Nana doesn't say much before moving on, the notices do enough. ]



[ And indeed in the dining hall there's tons of food spread out with Nana coming in and out from the kitchen with more as they're ready. Sandwiches, salads, cut fruit, muffins, cookies, brownies, you name it. (And yes, she even went through with making a simple pound cake!) There are teas and coffee as well. If you have a request she'll try and do her best to make that too.

May as well come together after all that, right? ]

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[musacal]

[ If you want to seek out Nana specifically she is indeed mostly in the kitchen, running on autopilot as she gets things ready and accepts help from those who offered it to her. Whenever she comes into the dining hall with more food she tries to check up on people, but otherwise she's in here.

Later on though, once things have quieted down and she doesn't need to make so much food anymore, she excuses herself and... finds herself wandering into the dance studio. It's the closest thing to any bit of comfort for her, as it reminds her of her school and she's still been practicing in here in the mornings.

She crouches down in a far corner and just... lets herself finally crash. Everything she'd been doing to try and keep together... that's all it had been. It was just a coping mechanism, a way to prolong and hide her own meltdown. She lets out a muffled scream into her hands, but otherwise just stays curled up in the corner quietly. ]

kitchensquad

[isawallflower]

[ The kitchen's a nice place. Riley is spending a lot of time here, and Nana is as well. They're bound to talk, right? Well, Riley's mostly focused on cooking. Cooking, cooking, cooking. While mixing up a batch of brownies, Riley sees them.

The gift left. ]

Hey, did you make these? I didn't... [ At seeing the note, she trails off. That happy-happy smile mask cracks, just a bit. ] Oh. Oh, um.

Oh.

Kitchen

[mcfife]

[Nana isn't in the dining hall for Angus to talk with, but it's easy to assume where he might find her. He stands up straight before knocking - no need for her to be concerned for him.]

Nana? Do you need help with anything?

dance studio

[recessives]

[ Shilo's just kind of... passing by when she hears the muffled scream and dashes in! ]

Wh-!

[ ... oh. ]

... Hey.

Teen Kitchen Squad Go

[holyspit]

[It takes a little bit for Steven to show up in the kitchen, but once he does he's showered and cleaned, out of his pajamas and into the jeans and T-shirt he arrived in, jacket tied around his waist.]

Hey Banana, looks like we had the same idea. You do sweet, I'll cover savory?

kitchen

[bloodycape]

Thank you Miss... for all of this. But please... make sure you rest too. I can try to help, if you think it would do any good.

[Red has to admire Nana for all the work she's doing, not to mention all the good foods-- even if it's hard to feel like eating them now.]

[isawallflower]

[ Give her a half an hour. A half an hour's all it takes for Riley to do...whatever it is she needs to, to put on a smile again. It's more subdued, but all of the anger, the fear, the pain... It's gone. It's been replaced by drive, or...something.

Before the afterparty, Riley's in the kitchen. She's focusing mostly on the brownies, cookies... Basically turning on the High School Bake Sale vibe. Some of them are gluten-free, but some of them aren't. Batch after batch, efficiently. Not...really talking? Maybe murmuring to herself. Just quietly. Measurements, things she remembers, stuff like that.

During the afterparty, she- ...well. She's running in and out? It's the same kind of manic energy she carried to the meeting, making sure everything's staying fine and good. Coming up to people who may not have food or have finished theirs. ]

Have you eaten yet? We've got a nice system going in the kitchen, and if you want something, we can see about whipping it up.

[ It's a mask, very clearly. But she's trying.

Later, she. Well. She retreats. To the costume shop. No blood's there anymore, that's nice. You know those mannequins? The ones Sigyn, and Jonny both had been going to town on? Riley's there now. It's her punching bag, now. And she's going to take the things she's been taught in the last few days, from the both of them, and put it to use. She'll be there well into the night. ]

Costume Shop

[revelfree]

[Standing still right now... isn't boding well for Ariel. He does his rounds at the party, and then takes the halls to roam. It's aimless at first, but when he hears sound coming from the costume shop --

Well. Considering everything, he can't help worrying.

But no it's just Riley. Riley alone, giving the practice dummy hell. It's... a little reminiscent of a recent conversation they've had.

Better than a bear, wouldn't you say?

costume shop

[garbageface]

[ Cheerleaders think alike, it seems. Throwing a pillow against a wall isn't cutting it for Santana, so she's come here. Although it looks like someone's already beaten her to the punch. So Santana opts to lean against the doorframe, and watch. ]

That's good practice for the Phantom. Let's see another set.

[ Santana's falling back on cheer language. It's a crutch, for these stressful times. But it might help. ]

[mcfife]

[An so, Angus McFife returned to his dressing room, missing who he considered to be his best friend in this opera house. The stack of merchandise in the corner of his dresser brings him no comfort, and neither does the Hammer of Glory. Not when it has no magic. Not when he remembers Sigyn handing it to him.

So this is how it will be. This is how destiny treats Angus.

He emerges some time later with a Hot Pocket just in case he finds himself hungry for more and makes his way to the dining hall, taking some of everything. He manages to offer anyone who passes by him a smile.]

All my compliments to the chef. [He is the prince of the land of Fife. He at least should rally the people together.] How are you feeling, by the way?

Dining hall

[revelfree]

[He stares rather blankly at Angus, turning the question over in his mind as if he's been asked to solve an equation, rather than piece together his own feelings.]

How are you doing that? [His voice is stiff.] Managing the act?

[recessives]

[ Shilo does indeed go to the dining hall! She usually tries to worry about balancing food with her blood disease herself, but... today she doesn't seem to care. She has a plate full of food and she's, well, picking at it.

It's hard to say she's eating, but some food does slowly get eaten, anyway. But hoo boy, she's keeping to herself today in this room. ]

[isawallflower]

[ Hi, Shilo. Ever had a hover-friend? ]

Is there anything else we can make you?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[There is a plate of cookies laid out in the kitchen with a note by the plate.]

If you're reading this, I'm sorry.

Stay strong. Take care of each other.

~Sigyn

[bloodycape]

[Red comes-- the letter was too sweet an idea to turn down. And... she doesn't particularly want to be alone right now. But when faced with food, as wonderful as all these things are, she just can't find her appetite.

It isn't long before there are tear drops sneaking their way onto her food, even though she tries to quick wipe them away.]

I wish... more than anything... more than life...
I have to find my way back home
We have to all get out of here
If we stay--

[She falls silent, her trembling voice losing it's strength.]

[37773972]

[Don't mind Stephen just...sitting next to you, Red, and making to put a hand on your shoulder. Really, what do you say to a kid in this situation?...]

...we'll find a way.

[37773972]

[Before the afterparty, Stephen is...hard to find. When he finally arrives, though, his hair is wet; it's not hard to guess where he was or what he was doing.

If you're one of those who put this together - ala Nana and crew - he'll take a moment to find you and offer some quiet thanks. As well as a light press;]

Is there anything we can do for you?

[Otherwise, he's more or less sticking to lighter stuff, but clearly not very hungry. Coffee, though? Coffee he's taking. And using to just...keep his hands warm as he looks in to it, a little distance.

After the party, he'll be more or less hanging out in his room for the rest of the day.]

afterparty

[isawallflower]

[ Riley stares at him, kind of. Confused? Except not confused. Just sort of stuck with that mask on. ]

No? No. No, I just- I just want to get all this right, right now.

[revelfree]

[Ariel goes to his room straight away. The door is locked tight, and there will be no responses to any knocks or attempts to gain his attention. Still, when he does emerge, whatever mood seemed to overtake Ariel has faded, for the most part. His brows are still lowered, and something still seems definitively off about him, but who isn't feeling that way, right?

The first thing he does is seek out Christine, wherever it is that she winds up. His hand rests on her shoulder, and his voice is low and urgent.]

A moment, if you will.


[Once that's all out of the way, he settles into the party as best as he can. He does his best to tend to those that seem to need it (teen squad, he's looking at you), but he still seems a little... stiff. On edge, even. He picks at a plate of food, thanks whoever appears to have made it, and then leaves just as quickly as he came.

He wanders the halls for a time, peeking into various rooms, doing the rounds as if he expects another body at any moment.

Eventually, he winds up at Stephen's door. He knocks softly, not even sure if he's still in there, or if they missed each other. He'll try anyway.]

[37773972]

[There's no response. Eventually, though, there's a voice- not from within the door, though, but from behind him;]

...hey, Ariel.

[Someone's just arriving.]

You all right?...

[superbeliever]

[Richard is one of the ones whose invitation is slid beneath his door. After the execution, he returned to his room and just. Sat there for a while. Maybe. You don't know.

When he comes out at the promise of food, he at least seems more composed than he was by the end of the trial. Still, something seems to have gotten to him, whether it was the Phantom's relentless drag of him or whether it was watching a nice lady die.

He'd liked Sigyn. Found her a little scary, but in a way that was like, kind of his type, too. She definitely didn't deserve to die like that.

He grabs a plate and piles it high with carbs, mostly. Muffins, cookies, brownies, and of course a big piece of the cake he was promised (even if he didn't strip for it). But he doesn't plow through it, more like picking at it, his chin propped on his hand.]

[revelfree]

[Ariel settles across from Richard for a time. He's quiet, watching this supposed king eat. It's... probably a little weird, honestly. But -- ]

I threw you under the wagon wheels. I should apologize for that.

[And yet... he isn't.]

[likemypicture]

[Anne of Cleves has seen her share of executions. She has even carried the responsibility of them on her small shoulders before-- so it is with the same great mask she wore to please Henry, that she brings with her to the dining hall. She holds herself as high as she can at her small size, she does not frown-- but she's lost some of the bounce and dramatic flair she typically wears.

Nothing Anne has seen before this amounted to anything like this.

She tries to keep her poise, though, and before eating, she even bows her head to say grace, quietly.]

Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Please, watch over their souls. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

[... She doesn't eat much after that, though she tries, and she sips more than a polite amount of tea. It would be an awful thing to let this all go to waste, after all the hard work they put in.]

[mcfife]

[Angus has had a terrible week, and despite trying to do something about all of this misery, he knows he can't do it forever. He sits near Anne, being someone older who could offer comfort.

He has a half-eaten muffin on his plate, and he gazes at the dim wall before him, mulling over the trial.]

...I wish it didn't have to come to this. ["This" meaning practically everything that happened in the past 24 hours.]

[justmeheere]

[If you happen to be going to the party, or in the general vicinity, you will probably hear the door to room 6 violently being slammed. There's a moment where Jeremy just stands there, looking at it, before he makes an angry, frustrated noise.]

I never wanted that! I never wanted -

[His knees buckle and then he's on the ground, looking down at his hands. Eventually he gets up, noticing the note from Nana, and ends up in the dining hall at the party. He appears to be picking at a plate of food, slowly eating and, notably, not drinking anything. Can't have coffee and won't drink tea! Not after that! Not after that at all.]

[mcfife]

[So that's pretty close to Angus' room, and the slamming door is alarming in itself, but the voice-]

Jeremy?

[Was he safe? Did Christine and Red save him already? Angus peers into the hallway, seeing a crying young man, and...]

Jeremy?! Are you alright? [Is he hurt? Angus will try to gently lift off the floor. What if that cursed SQUIP did something to him?]

[etincelledefierte]

[To say that Claudine is exhausted is putting it mildly. Acting is one thing, but keeping up the act of a detective for that long, being that sharp and focused, has gotten to her, and the way things ended? That was enough to make her feel well and truly ill, as well as terrified. She cried a little bit in the courtroom, but once everything is said and done she winds up crying in the shower for a good half an hour. Better that she gets the rest of her tears out in private, as far as she’s concerned.

She will eventually make her way down to the dining hall, even putting together a plate for herself, but she’s hardly touching any of her food. She doesn’t want to be alone with her thoughts more than she has to be, but she is being awfully quiet.]

[recessives]

[ Hey, Claudine! Shilo's gonna just. Slide over, her own food that she's been picking at in hand. ]

... Hey.

[madgiganticfeelings]

[So Christine is... not feeling right. Hasn't been since this morning started, if that wasn't obvious, and then this cursed play kept throwing more plot twists until she couldn't keep her lines straight.

She is not at all cut out for the spotlight right now. After they're let out, she walks to Room 13 slowly and blankly. When she closes it, eventually, there is the faint sound of sobbing clear through the wood.

Once she has cried herself to sleep, she does eventually find the note and drag herself over to the afterparty. She's looking around at the offerings, but can barely pick at a muffin. She keeps her gaze down and away from everyone else, practically flinching if she makes eye contact.

If someone sits down next to her though, she does glance at them a few times, before she speaks up, voice hoarse, a far cry from her usual vibrant tone.]

...I should have said something sooner. About the motive. If I had...

[It's late at night that Christine tries to go back to bed. She does honestly try. But she finds herself walking past her bedroom, down the hallways. Her voice is shaky still, but there's more surety to her words than there had been.]

You say you shouldn't mumble when you speak
But keep your tongue up in your cheek
And if you stumble onto something better remember
That it's humble that you seek.

You've got all the skill you need
Individuality
You've got something
Call it gumption

Call it...

[She pauses and lets the words hang in the air. After this, what would people call what she had? And will it ever be enough?]

afterparty

[isawallflower]

Don't you dare finish that sentence.

[ It's firm, but it's also...worried. ]

Don't you take responsibility for his actions.

[ The Phantom, Jonny. Whichever. ]

[holyspit]

[Before and during the party, Steven's in the kitchen helping with the vast amount of sweets and snacks being ferried into the dining hall. It's a lot of fast, simple stuff this time around in a counterpoint to all the baked goods -sandwiches and cheese platters and little weenies in crescent rolls- but there's more of his mini pizzas from the dinner party, too.]

[He's keeping busy, and mostly managing to look surprisingly upbeat considering what just happened.]

[In slower moments, he'll probably approach you.]

Hey, that was pretty rough. How are you holding up, want a cheesy-weenie?

[isawallflower]

[ You know, they've been in the kitchen together, but Riley's mostly been focusing on what she's been making. Just kind of losing herself in the baking. So, she's surprised to actually hear Steven speak. ]

Do I- a what? [ What was he making that whole time...? ] Um. Sure?

[garbageface]

[ Santana makes sure to wait until after the afterparty has already begun to arrive. She knows "fashionably late" doesn't matter much now, but after that trial and execution, Santana is looking to assert whatever kind of control over her situation she can. It matters to her.

Santana does her best to be the good party person she knows she is and takes some food, although she can't bring herself to eat it, instead opting to stand by the fridge and glare at her plate of three grapes.

After the party, she'll be in the laundry room. She's turned on one of the washing machines without throwing any clothes in it, and is watching it spin. Her expression is tight, focused -- she's either checking herself out in the washing machine's reflection, or plotting something. Or both. It's most likely both. ]

afterparty

[herwiggles]

Did those purple thingies say something mean to you?

[Asked very honestly. Also, where did she come from?]

[herwiggles]

[Spinel shows up, paper still in hand from when she was given it directly. She wasn't exactly hard to find once the trial was over, everything that went down there had ultimately left her feeling aimless. It's visible in how she acts, how she moves, and even her limbs.

Once she arrives in the dining hall, Spinel plops herself down in a chair and just... droops a little. Quietly, she sits and finds herself watching others come and go, mingling around the food spread while she kicks her feet.

It's hard to imagine doing anything else right now. But even that can't last. She ends up tapping someone on the shoulder eventually.]

So, uh... that happened, didn't it?

[holyspit]

[And here, his smile falters just a little, finally.]

...yeah. That's- probably the first time you've seen anything like that, huh.