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itscurtains2021-06-12 09:21 pm
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"A Swing and Miss Doesn't Mean it's Game Over"
[Well… All of that sure happened. And while Maya is visibly shaken Sissi's literal dance with death, she’d meant what she’d said to the others -- she would protect them. At that moment, it meant voting and making the “right” decision. Now, though? It means ensuring that no one feels alone, and that everyone has a good meal in them.
She’s not Nana Daiba, however, she certainly can’t do this alone. But she does have the resourcefulness and authoritative disposition to to recruit allies. Discord is sure to be… mostly unbothered by everything that’s happened, and Spongebob will likely be eager to help. She approaches both men: one is asked nicely; The other is grabbed by the collar and dragged from whatever hole he’s locked himself in. Sorry Discord.
For Maya's part, several potato dishes are prepared (can you tell someone has a bias). And while she doesn’t have the resources to make baumkuchen, Maya does manage to produce a cake, as well as… muffins? They’re not… quite how she remembers Nana making them, but she can at least recall how hearty the food had felt, and how it had restored her energy on long days.
It’s a pleasant memory, even if it does make her a touch melancholy.
Nevertheless, the food is laid out in the kitchen, as are a number of pies that Maya has uncovered. She even tucks a few bottles of wine in a corner for the adults that might like it. This is in addition to the mead apparently brought by Salieri. Look she’s not a fan of having alcohol but… she can’t tell the adults no.
But hey, courtesy of Benjamin, there is even some cocoa. It doesn’t start off spiked but… you know. Thanks to Spongebob there are, well… Angry Patties? It’s fine. Even Discord managed to contribute some pies and tea, as well as being bossed around to do the grunt work in the kitchen. There’s also that inexplicable pizza? Huh, that’s weird.
Eventually the group goes around extending invitations to the dorms, knocking on doors and explaining what’s been set up. No one will be forced to go, just… strongly encouraged. Maya herself will even duck into the principal’s office and, if she’s there, invite Hester.
She seemed just as upset as the rest of them.]
She’s not Nana Daiba, however, she certainly can’t do this alone. But she does have the resourcefulness and authoritative disposition to to recruit allies. Discord is sure to be… mostly unbothered by everything that’s happened, and Spongebob will likely be eager to help. She approaches both men: one is asked nicely; The other is grabbed by the collar and dragged from whatever hole he’s locked himself in. Sorry Discord.
For Maya's part, several potato dishes are prepared (can you tell someone has a bias). And while she doesn’t have the resources to make baumkuchen, Maya does manage to produce a cake, as well as… muffins? They’re not… quite how she remembers Nana making them, but she can at least recall how hearty the food had felt, and how it had restored her energy on long days.
It’s a pleasant memory, even if it does make her a touch melancholy.
Nevertheless, the food is laid out in the kitchen, as are a number of pies that Maya has uncovered. She even tucks a few bottles of wine in a corner for the adults that might like it. This is in addition to the mead apparently brought by Salieri. Look she’s not a fan of having alcohol but… she can’t tell the adults no.
But hey, courtesy of Benjamin, there is even some cocoa. It doesn’t start off spiked but… you know. Thanks to Spongebob there are, well… Angry Patties? It’s fine. Even Discord managed to contribute some pies and tea, as well as being bossed around to do the grunt work in the kitchen. There’s also that inexplicable pizza? Huh, that’s weird.
Eventually the group goes around extending invitations to the dorms, knocking on doors and explaining what’s been set up. No one will be forced to go, just… strongly encouraged. Maya herself will even duck into the principal’s office and, if she’s there, invite Hester.
She seemed just as upset as the rest of them.]
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Every now and again, she does duck into the kitchen to get a glass of water. She sips it as she watches the door, wary of any unauthorized visitors. Hester may have gotten an invitation, but she certainly won’t stand for the Wizard showing up. Not that she thinks he can, all things considered.
Nevertheless, she lingers at the edges of the party, on edge but not entirely unapproachable, at least?
As things wind down for the evening, she’ll offer to collect plates and mugs, and then busy herself with doing the dishes. She’ll be there either until she’s done with the dishes, or when the doors are forced to close for the evening. Only then does she step out and excuse herself to the dance studio.
It feels wrong to be here, considering what they found just this morning. But it also feels wrong not to keep practicing. It isn’t enough to say she will defend her class, she has to have the ability to do so. Besides… who really needs sleep?]
Dance Studio
He pauses once again in the doorway and pauses, knocking politely on the frame to get her attention.]
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doing the dishes
What? It's a task that needs to be done. It's HelpingTM!]
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Dishes
I can rinse if you wash?
[She's notably more low-energy than she has been since waking up here, at least in front of everyone else. She's still smiling, but it's smaller, and doesn't quite reach her eyes.]
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dance studio
Hey. Kinda late for practice, isn't it?
[He's literally holding his guitar at this exact moment, he is not one to talk]
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But when Maya asked him to help he knew he had to help; his friends were suffering too. And this included children. He couldn’t be selfish and cry all day, not when people still need him.
He sadly goes to the Kitchen to make everyone Krabby Patties. He makes quite a few of them, but oddly enough they don’t taste as good this time. Not… Bad, per se, but definitely not the world changing patties he usually makes. He will not explain what’s different this time if asked.
Despite not eating anything besides the eggs Euridice made him, he didn’t feel super hungry, so instead of eating any of the patties you can find him in the Cafeteria. He seems to be drawing some sort of doodles, one of them looking vaguely familiar to the rest of the cast.
Eventually, however, his hunger does catch up with him. Normally he would pick something healthier but he wasn’t in the mood for it so he’s going to eat ice cream.
And boy does he eat ice cream. He scarfes down multiple pints like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, and in less than a half hour he’s staggering around ranting like a drunkard.]
Yoooouu know what? I think the Wizard is just a big, stupid coward. I betcha the only reason he’s doin this is to make himself feel better about himself. Like making innocent people die is a way to make him feel morally superior to everyone else. But you know what I think? I think he’s just a big doodoo head.
[He’s fine.]
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Would you -- I should get you some water, I think?
[She hadn't seen him drinking? So what the hell is this all about?]
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Also drunkbob lushpants
But not laughing is one of the hardest things he's ever done.]
You're entirely right, my lad. Why don't you sit down here for a second? I'll get you some cocoa and a slice of 'pizza.'
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combo breaker: krabby patties
[He sounds unsure, because maybe Spongebob wants to stress cook, but also... he's pretty sure Spongebob shouldn't be left alone.]
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drunkbob!
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And where anyone looking for him will find him is Broadhurst. The door is left ajar because he hadn't thought to try to close it behind him, the desk drawer open and a few papers from inside scattered on the floor. He has one in his lap propped up against his yearbook, pressing down so hard with every mark he makes that it's sure to scar the outside of the book. Ruddiger is nearby, hiding beneath the desk and peering out fearfully at Varian because of course he doesn't know what's going on. Varian just came barging in here and tearing apart the place looking for paper.
Eventually though, the flurry of activity ceases as he jams a pin into the paper, and then right into the wall. The corner.
It's a diagram for a future project, one to be completed before all else. It looks to be a mock-up of an Emperor Penguin standing with its head bowed towards its feet, dimensions and various measurements written down off the top of his head for what will someday soon be a memorial. Along with the Penguin is a bough of roses around its neck, possibly also intended to me made of metal or wood, to represent the Empress who had lost her life equally cruelly today.
While looking up at what he'd put together, Varian feels the last walls he'd put up to hold back his emotions tremble before finally bursting open wide. He falls forward, arms bracketed around his head on the floor. He weeps, bitterly.
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Eventually Varian will join the others. Probably by way of someone encouraging him to leave the dorm, more likely than not. He has Ruddiger with him, who is wrapped around his neck protectively and occasionally rubbing his cheek against Varian's as he sits somewhere in the cafeteria, looking at the minute scuffs and scrapes on the surface of his gloves.]
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You should eat something, Varian-san.
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Two people are dead. Two people are dead for real, and now they just have to keep going. She's... going to do her best, anyway!
God she wishes Damien was- well, not here, obviously, but she wishes she could get a phone call or something. Normal prisoners get a phone call.
But while she does hang around the party, she is mostly around the edges, poking at a few various food items over the course of the night that she never seems quite able to drum up the appetite for. If someone comes by and doesn't have something else they want to say first, though, she won't shy away from starting conversation. ]
Well. That was some shit.
[ Just Saying Things continues to be at least in part, as it has always been, a coping mechanism. ]
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Well. She doesn't have time to say anything.]
I... have to agree.
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Maya is definitely wary in the office so... Certainly listening closely. When she picks up on the sobbing, she steps toward the door and attempts to knock.]
Hester-san?
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But still, after the cocoa is prepared and others begin to arrive, he takes time to encourage the others (and especially the children) to take a cup, even if just to hold something warm.
Maya may not be up to forcing people to come, but Benjamin will come around to the stragglers with a cup of hot cocoa and a listening ear.
When he has a minute not to focus on others, he chooses mead, for his own drink, sitting at a table near the wall, his folded hands obscuring his face from view.]
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Thanks.
Sorry I wasn't much help back there. [She gestures in the vague direction of the make-shift court room.]
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Eventually, he gets tired. Anger can't sustain him forever. He returns to the kitchen with a terrarium with four lizards, sitting on the floor and cutting up pieces of fruit. At least the animals can have something nice happen to them today.]
Kitchen
[The Balladeer is here, just low-key obsessively making tea because he's not sure what else to do! He takes notice of the lizards, though.]
How are they doing?
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weight room, post being punched by pegerine
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Before the invitations go out, it is there, off to the side as per usual. Watching. Not eating or drinking anything, but whereas before there seemed to be a certain distance, it seems...actually somewhat curious about the proceedings. There's an interest as it watches the various displays of grief and regret, for despite all its programming?
There are many things it has not yet experienced firsthand. One or two people may even catch it looking down at its own hand, turning it over slowly and flexing the fingers as if in thought.
Perhaps the execution has in fact affected it. Perhaps not. But eventually, it'll get to its feet, seeking out Pegerine before making to assist Maya with the dishes. After that?
Who knows.]
Peregrine
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cw: underage drinking
Anytime she thinks someone isn't looking, she's trying to go for some of that wine-- but after a few tries, she gives up on that, and settles for sitting quietly and pretty, with her hair loose. She plays with it near constantly as a coping mechanism, and really only does a lot of pushing her food around on her plate. If she makes eye contact with anyone, she'll offer a smile, which is then broken just as quickly.
After the after party, when she should be asleep-- she ducks into the girl's locker room for a few minutes-- and after that, she can be found in the lobby, with her own bottle of wine. Dear lord, Farrah, that's not for chugging-- but she's trying to throw the whole bottle at once-- but the crying is making it hard.]
cw: underage drinking for this whole thread im sure
Not that I can blame you for that right now, but you should probably slow down a little.
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People from the past?
She continues to stare at the empty bed.
Voices sing in her head, and she can almost see her friends from Delta Nu around her, singing.
In my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
One of them hugs her. Come on, honey. People need you.
She stands.
During the party Elle does her best to keep a smile up. Even though she isn't host, she flits around checking on everyone, getting them anything they need. Helping others is easy, a good distraction.
She stays at the party until everyone else is gone. It's pretty clear to see that she's tired, but she stays to help clean up, maybe being a bit too thorough with the process.]
Party End
He finally drops off the terrarium and returns to the kitchen to check if he missed anything, though Elle is not that something he expected.]
Do you require help? [He doesn't know much about housekeeping, but he's not leaving her alone.]
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Once they look as put together as they'll ever be, Salieri separates from Farrah, promising to meet her at the party. He then heads to Broadhurst to retrieve a few things--and after some conversation, makes his way to the party. Once there, he simply...finds a place to sit with one of those bottles of wine and opens it up, leaning both elbows on the table, looking tired and a little wan. He'll be there for most of the night.]
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[The Balladeer's got two cups of tea; he just sets one down in front of Salieri without asking or apparently caring that he's drinking wine right now?]
Mind if I sit with you?
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She runs up and down bleachers, until she's steadily breathing, until she has to stop. She can be found at some points sitting on them, looking at a photo.
After awhile, when things are winding down a bit more, she wanders by the party in the cafeteria. Nothing seems to have much taste right now, but she still eats. She's aware that she has to keep her appetite up. Still, she picks at her food for longer than she should. ]
The Party
I'm afraid I am something of a... "one trick pony" I believe the phrase is? When it comes to cooking. [She motions to all the potatoes.]
But I recommend the muffins. They are small enough to be palatable, but you will find they pack quite a bit of energy. I recall them taking the edge off of many training sessions back home.
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like what was i meant to do
WOW R WAY TO MAKE THE COUNTRY HATE YOU
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He's watched executions before. He's sung at them before. Frankly, the fact that it was a performance didn't even strike him as unusual. It's simply the whole principle of the matter. There's a huge difference between Charlie prancing up to the gallows again, and Sissi going to her death for something she didn't even intend. Mumble...Mumble was so sweet and innocent, but he wouldn't have wanted that for his killer. Not if it was just an accident.
When he arrives at the party, he's carrying a guitar in a case. That's just...what he does, what he's always done. Of course he'd go straight for it at a time like this. Now that he has it, though, he isn't sure what to do. Should he...sing? Would people like that?
He's not sure, and he's afraid to misstep. So instead, he stations himself in the kitchen for a while, brewing cup after cup of tea to put with the other refreshments. Salieri did that for him a few days ago when he was upset, and it made him feel better. Maybe it'll be good.
When that's done, he makes an effort to seek people out and talk to them. He wallflowered at the last party, but now it seems like everyone's sort of wallflowering. And if he's really, really not playing a role, he can just start conversations like that. Maybe someone ought to.
Later in the evening, though, he takes the guitar from whatever corner he left it in and goes to the gym. People work out there during the morning, but it's often empty at other times, and sitting on the very top of the bleachers always makes him feel a little better. He'll sit there and play for a while. It's the opening music from Salieri's scene earlier this week. Just his half of it, now. He never did get those zither lessons from Sissi.
The gym doors are shut, but the acoustics in that room mean it's plenty audible from outside.]
late evening
Uggggghhhhh, what the fuccccckkkk [... She's under the bleachers. Her voice is coming from under the bleachers.]
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This time it's his turn to be a wallflower, lingering towards the edges of the room with a plate of the square cheesy flatbread that mysteriously showed up, trying to force himself to eat something today. It's a struggle, though, for all his pressuring Spongebob to eat earlier, and he only manages to choke it down out of a sense of guilt over wasting food if he didn't finish it. He doesn't make eye contact with anyone, too angry and ashamed of what they all went through and still struggling to process it all. Eventually he winds up sitting on one of the cafeteria's stools in the corner, head in his hands. If anyone comes close enough to hear, they might hear him talking to himself, quietly. ]
It's not fair. None of this is fair.
[ After things wind down (not that they were particularly high energy to begin with), Orpheus... thinks about returning to his dorm. He'll hesitate, though, lingering outside the door to Longacre. Something's obviously on his mind, but he isn't making any move to open the door. Just standing there. Thinking, worrying his lip slightly. ]
sitting on a stool
[it seems honestly curious]
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The door rattles under her hand, trying the handle again and again, until finally Cassandra gives in. For the second time, she presses her head to the glass, feeling the cool sensation against her forehead. Failure drags her down, causes her shoulders to sag. It's physically weighing on her.
They're going to die if they don't get out of here.
God, she wishes Raps were here. Eugene, too.
Her melancholy doesn't last. Soon enough, Cassandra's picked herself up again and enters the party just as it's come into full swing. Around this point, Cassandra realizes that she hasn't really... eaten anything today, at all. So she picks and prods at the assortment; mainly the Angry Patties (which do not taste like they did back at the afterparty) and this new, strange, square-shaped food on flatbread. No wine though. She has to think as she's scarfing down a burger.
Besides that, Cassandra just... wanders around, searching for everyone. Won't be too hard to tell that she's keeping an eye on everyone, especially on the chance that she approaches you - looking exhausted, but still going. She might even offer you a slice of pizza.]
How are you holding up?
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[ She bites her lip, sort of... chewing on a question, so to speak. ]
... Can I ask you something?
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[And somehow that's almost not the most upsetting thing? It's weird.]
[She can be found raiding the kitchen for more food, even aside from what's been set out. Particularly, staring at the freezer door for a second before shaking her head and beating a hasty retreat, ice cream just isn't worth it right now. The Wizard has officially ruined ice cream, fuck that guy.]
[So she can mostly be found at the edges of the party looking contemplative- or as close as she can come, which is mostly looking sullen and withdrawn and hate-eating pizza and Angry Patties.]
[...eventually she'll need something like an audience, so you might get approached.]
So that was lumping awful, we don't have to do that again, right?
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Yeah, no kidding. [She's tired, but at least she's still got sarcasm.] We won't have to... As long as nobody else dies.
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So, Discord is in the kitchen for a time, pre-party, helping out with whatever people ask for, because this is just his life now. He looks none too pleased about it, but at least he's not making a scene about it. He's making tea, he's contributing, as much as he hates it. And then he's at the party proper, just sort of putting pies down without much fanfare before just sort of going off on his own.
He's doing better than just about everyone else, but he's still in a bit of a mood. At some point he's sitting at a table in the cafeteria, and just. kind of. pushes a glass off the table.
It's not helping his mood, but, y'know.]
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But Spongebob had intended to just... absorb himself into his work, but he can't help but notice Discord.
He gives him a small, sad smile as he's flipping patties.]
Hi Discord. It's really nice of you to help us out like this.
[Yeah he is completely convinced that Discord is doing this out of the goodness of his heart.]
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It's because despite how shaken and scared she feels, her face is the same as ever. She knows it could be interpreted as shock, but considering everyone's had two weeks now to see that this is how she just is, it makes her feel insecure and anxious. Worried that she might be thought of as heartless.
Despite that though she doesn't really want to be alone either, or make anyone come look for her, so she's sitting at a table, an assortment of food in front of her that she keeps poking at idly. She keeps her eyes downwards and says very little. ]
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I am sorry you had to witness any of that, Tennoji-san.
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