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and after the party it's the AFTER PARTY
[Tradition is Tradition.
Anne figures it's best to keep everyone busy in the aftermath of the trial, so she wrangles together a team of Mephisto, Santana, and Stephen to help her set up. Mephisto writes the notes and slides them under the door for Nana, Steven, and Christine, letting them know there's food and people in the dining room. The handwriting's not too great. Christine's note contains a 'P.S. If you don't feel up to it, I'll bring some food by later.' from Anne and a little doodle of Tad Cooper.
Thankfully, Anne has help setting up, so the weirdest of her food experiments don't make their way out of the kitchen. However, her platter of sandwiches does contain some interesting surprises--- you may find cheese and jelly, or peanut butter and chicken. There are normal things there too, though! And Biscuits, courtesy of Mephisto.
Their resident therapy dragon is on duty, too. Anne's made him a tiny crown for the event, and a regal little cape. He sits on a pillow in the middle of the dining room table, reigning proudly. ]
Anne figures it's best to keep everyone busy in the aftermath of the trial, so she wrangles together a team of Mephisto, Santana, and Stephen to help her set up. Mephisto writes the notes and slides them under the door for Nana, Steven, and Christine, letting them know there's food and people in the dining room. The handwriting's not too great. Christine's note contains a 'P.S. If you don't feel up to it, I'll bring some food by later.' from Anne and a little doodle of Tad Cooper.
Thankfully, Anne has help setting up, so the weirdest of her food experiments don't make their way out of the kitchen. However, her platter of sandwiches does contain some interesting surprises--- you may find cheese and jelly, or peanut butter and chicken. There are normal things there too, though! And Biscuits, courtesy of Mephisto.
Their resident therapy dragon is on duty, too. Anne's made him a tiny crown for the event, and a regal little cape. He sits on a pillow in the middle of the dining room table, reigning proudly. ]
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She was afraid that she wouldn't hear anyone knocking on the door or speaking to her over the sound of her crying, to be fair.
She waits until she's heard the party die down, until everyone goes back to their rooms, that she heads back to the cemetery, quietly as possible, her way lit by a candle and her shoulders once again huddled under Red's cloak.
When she gets there, she surveys the graves, her hand tracing the inscription on each stone in the dark.
She sits there for a while, silent, but after a while, her wobbly voice can be heard:]
Why do my words
Always lose their meaning?
What I feel
What you hear
There's such a rift between them
You said you can't
It won't let you say the words
And I just sit here
Searching for an answer...
[Her gaze turns up to the sky, as she scrubs fresh tears from her cheeks. At this point, she's sure some director would call her out for getting so over the top, but... she's always felt too much, and she always will, whether or not the subject deserves that.]
If anyone is there, please... I just need an answer. A solution. Something I can do, because... because I can't fail anymore. I don't think I can take that.
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Go on, go on in.
[-but what's more immediately noticeable is Lion's massive form padding quietly into the room and just. Resting his head on Christine's mattress, letting out a huff of air and looking at her. Therapy cat is here, pet it? y/n.]
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H-Hey there, big guy... what are you doing here?
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I came because you're really sad I wanted to make sure-
[That is definitely Steven standing out in the hallway trying to do a Cartoon Lion voice and projecting it badly. He falters partway through, and just sticks his head in the door, speaking normally.]
I. Figured you could use him right now.
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But it fades quickly.]
I... don't know what I need right now. Feels like nothing would make me right.
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[She's not kicking him out, at least? He'll move into the room and sit down next to Lion, patting him on the haunch. Kitty pats from both ends, live the dream Lion.]
But it's not your fault. Any of this.
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She really has to stop. This breakdown has been going on too long. Even she's getting tired of herself really.]
It's not my fault I couldn't keep the SQUIP off? That I didn't defend Jeremy? That... that everything I had focused on since coming here was for nothing?
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Cemetery
This time he doesn't hesitate to wrap her in his embrace. He doesn't have words, not right now, but he can offer this.]
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...I thought you went to your room.
[She doesn't push him away as he holds her, though.]
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[Worried about everyone, really, but he wouldn't be lying if he said Christine was at the front of his thoughts. She was... far more vulnerable, than the rest of them.]
I'm here.
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[When she hates everything about herself, when she realizes how hopeless she's been.]
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[He rubs a small circle into her back. He's pretty sure that's supposed to be comforting.]
Even if I did, I've learned that love goes beyond something like that.
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It's nice to... to hear that from someone who means it. I'm... so sorry, I-
[She doesn't know what she's apologizing for. Probably for the tears streaming down her face again.]
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Christine’s room
Christine?
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Oh... hi. Sorry I didn't make it to the party.
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It’s fine. Sometimes we need rest, or to be alone a while. But not too long.
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I don't think I'm ready to be anything but alone. No one's going to want to be around me anyways, like this.
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christine's room
Tea in hand and poster tucked under her arm, Santana knocks on Christine's door in an unprecedented show of respect for Christine's personal space. ]
Hey, it's me.
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She sits up, smiles a bit when she sees the tea.]
You... didn't have to do that, Santana.
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[ Santana passes Christine the tea, and unfurls the Zac Efron poster. ]
You know. Getcha head in the game.
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Are you trying to win over preteen me? I used to cut all his photos out of Tiger Beat magazines when I was like, ten.
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Can’t relate, but yeah, I guess I am. Nostalgia’s like, a coping mechanism or whatever.
[ a beat. here comes the hard part. ]
This afternoon sucked, but, just so you know — you’ve still got people here who give a shit about you.
[ who are here for you. ]
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She won't hear anyone enter or exit but at some point when she looks up at her vanity she'll see a bowl of a lumpy mash of partially-soft turnips, potato mush, and too much parsley. It looks just barely edible but hey, someone was clearly thinking of her?]
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Angus? Are you there?
[She takes the bowl and smiles at the mash inside.]
I... thank you. Thank you for trying to help.
[She doesn't know if he's still there, but she'll try to eat it. It's not the most appetizing... but it's made with love.]