and after the party it's the AFTER PARTY

[likemypicture]

[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. ]

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[garbageface]

[ While Christine speaks, Santana, for once, listens. She’s looking up at Christine, jaw set, angry not at Christine but at the SQUIP, at the Phantom, at Jeremy — all the people who made Christine feel this way.

(She knows that she might be in that group, that she wasn’t exactly nice to Christine when they first met. But Christine has been kind to her, and maybe there’s still a chance for Santana to return some of that, in her own way.)

When Christine is finished, Santana pauses for a moment, then joins Christine up on the bed, sitting next to the other girl. ]

It is a sick joke. So let it out. Get angry. What do you want? You’re allowed to ask for it, and you’re allowed to get it.

[madgiganticfeelings]

[God, it feels nice to have someone on her side. Sure, the others had been here to comfort her, but no one had been righteously angry for her sake, and most had tried to get her to hold back her anger instead of letting it out.

But with Santana, she doesn't feel guilty, or embarrassed.]

Yeah. Yeah! I should be allowed to be angry! I want to be angry! I want people to listen when I have something on my mind! I want to be stronger, I want to make people see I'm here!

Well here's to the hearts that we're gonna break
Here's to the lives that we're gonna change
Here's to the infinite possible ways we'll show you
I just want to have it
Here's to the good times we're gonna have
I don't need pity, I have too much class
Here's to me finally saying how I feel about you...

[She had been singing so eagerly for a moment, finally so sure of herself, taking pride in the fact that she and Santana could have what they wanted for once, but she finds herself losing her stride.]

I just want him to really hear what I have to say. Not what he wants me to say.

[garbageface]

I don’t see why you can’t do all that.

[ anyone can be a bad bitch if they work hard enough! just as long as santana gets to remain the baddest bitch around. ]

He’s probably a ghost, so you could always write a letter and, like, read it aloud. But you should also probably say what’s on your mind to all of us living people, too. That way you won’t feel like you’ve got unfinished business in case one of us dies.

[ it’s probably best to be practical, here. ]

[madgiganticfeelings]

I was already working on writing a letter to him, actually... and not just because I kind of try to do that for everyone we've lost.

[She gives a sideways smile and shakes her head.]

Are you saying you don't know what's on my mind at pretty much every moment? I know I can really ramble. A lot. About the most random things.