[ Janis is, for once, all too happy to hang out in the same place as a bunch of other people. That execution may have been deeply Aesthetic, but like. The artistic value of the production only hangs on her mind because it's easier to think about than whatever the rest of that was.
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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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. ]