[After...party?] I would give anything, but for the grace of God I'm here and still aware

[madgiganticfeelings]

[So that... certainly happened. Christine ran along with everyone else to escape the suffocating smoke, slamming the doors behind them in the hope it would slow the flames down. She tries not to see sticky beer-stained carpet as she runs, tries to hear the voices of her newfound friends, rather than the screams of teenagers, but it's certainly difficult.

She only stops to hastily throw open the door to Steven's room and let out Lion with them, but otherwise retreats into the gardens before... letting herself watch the opera house in silence.

Thankfully, it doesn't end with as much damage as the last fire Christine experienced. In time, she can stop shaking and unfold the note still clenched in her hand. And then she looks back at the opera house with... a different kind of fear on her face.

A fear so deep that when Mephisto and Anne finally start suggesting the possibility of returning inside, she's up on her feet in an instant.]

Meeting in the woman's first floor washroom. Give me ten minutes and I'll be there.

[Before anyone can argue with her, she runs off, hoping she sounded firm enough for them to follow her request.

She and Lion move to Stephen's room first to acquire whatever notes might still be there, but she's returns to the bathroom soon enough, all the papers now collected in her binder.]

Okay. We're probably freaked out. God knows I still am. And I want to encourage you to leave when you need to, take a break if this all gets to be too much. But I think... I think I speak for everyone- [Finally, finally she can speak for everyone. Her voice is strong enough now.] - when I say this.

[Her knuckles go white around her binder and her eyes spark back to life.]

We are not letting that fucking Wizard win anymore. So let's talk time loops.

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[heathencall]

[Once the crowd outside has dispersed, Mephisto allows himself a moment. That moment is spent railing against an empty grave, furiously pounding his fists against the stone until the knuckles are cracked and bleeding. He can't wait long enough for Stephen's grave to properly oriented.

His path of destruction continues through the halls and into his room. Here, he throws aside anything he can get his hands on. The keychain, the second one he'd gotten after handing the first over to Stephen, is thrown to the ground. He considers stomping it, but instead stops short and kicks it under his bed.

His eyes burn. His heart aches. He feels like such a fool.

... 30 minutes after Christine's order, Mephisto shows up in the women's room. His hands have been hastily bandaged (it's a parallel that he's trying not to think about). He lingers by the door, not sure if he should even stay.]

[likemypicture]

Uggggggggh. [Anne finally collapses backward, onto the bathroom floor, Tad Cooper on her chest.]

Christine, I agree with you, ja, but I'm so sick of that kind of talk. I just want to sleep for three days, and then worry about this.

[madgiganticfeelings]

[When everyone is gathered, Christine does speak up once more, but even she sounds tired.]

Stephen brought everyone letters. If you'd like yours, just ask. I... I made sure not to read any of them once I saw who they were for.

[She might have... peeked at Mephisto's, but only to make sure it wouldn't cause the demon to suffer even more.]

And if anyone feels up to it... I have this paper Stephen slipped to me during the trial. I think it's the information he's found out on who planned this, through all the loops. I think we should try to form a plan of action with it.

[With that said, she sits back down on the floor, head bowed down, focused back down on her binders. She reads her letter and the information over and over, one piece of scrap paper ripped out and her hand twitching as she scratches out her own notes on what she can read.

...Later into the night, the notes trail off into nothing but a dozen of looping infinity symbols, as Christine's head bows deeper, deeper... and then snaps up again. Someone should... probably take her gel pens away.]

[musacal]

[ She's here, after changing out of her pjs and into her Stage Girl uniform and now she's got her swords after a detour to Stephen's room (it's now almost habit for her, to check people's rooms after they die...) as well as the cellphone they use to contact Chewie. She'll text him soon but... she has something important to talk to everyone about. Namely about some of her behavior at the trial, especially the end of it. ]

I... talked with the Phantom yesterday. Through notes but...

We talked about his patron. A lot actually.