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itscurtains2020-08-01 07:21 pm
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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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[Maybe she could have helped. But considering her track record?
The mention of the SQUIP being reactivated gets her expression to darken even further.]
I... really did fail him. I should have watched him more closely. If I had been more careful...
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He touches her shoulder]
...will you help me write him a letter?
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[And she could wallow in her guilt forever, but the question makes her hesitate. What could she possibly say, especially when he'd turned a blind eye to every feeling she's expressed for him before?
But... maybe Stephen wants to tell him something different, so she nods.]
I could write it for you. I was... going to write letters for everyone again tomorrow.
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[He's quiet for a moment]
...I want to tell him that I understand he was scared. And that I don't blame him. I think...this place has just brought out the worst in all of us, but it still doesn't mean that's who we are.
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[And she does genuinely mean that, despite how torn she feels about him herself.]
I... wish you could have told him that in person. Without it standing in the way. [She sounds so bitter, and she hates it, feeling so angry over someone who died, someone she had loved.]
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[Or smaller? Nanotechnology? He lets out a breath.]
So do I. Instead, I just got so angry at everything, I- said something I shouldn't.
[The whole. Threatening thing.]
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[That's the part that really bothers her. She breathes out a sigh, hands bunching around the quilt on her bed, trying to figure out how she's supposed to feel.]
He probably wanted you to do that. He was so... determined to be hated. I think he thought he'd be happier that way than actually being happy.]
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[He makes a face at the idea of playing right in to the SQUIP's hands again- or Jeremy's? Either way. He lets out a break a moment later, trying to send his anger out with it.]
At least we know he's not alone.
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[She's sure she sounds bitter, so she tries to distract herself from it by pulling out her binder.]
I'm glad he isn't. I'm going to write to the others too... maybe then they'll help him be better.