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itscurtains2021-06-19 03:52 pm
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Is This Where You Wanna Be? Crawling On Your Hands and Knees?
[In a perfect world, Maya would have been able to isolate herself for the rest of the evening. It's not like her to wallow in her feelings, but it's also not like her to be trapped away in a murder school or part of an execution so... not like she has much choice there. Besides, between the influence of Janis, and the sight of her remaining dormmates, it's clear that Maya simply can't... let things go.
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
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She’s even got her own prop knife in there.]
Okay. Everybody put them in. This is like cellphones and standardized tests. Not Allowed.
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But it still happens. She glances to every stray corner, trying to ignore how her heart rises in her throat. She's almost certain that the giraffe was a coincidence but... many other things had felt that way since arriving.
Maya only does one round at the party this time. She brings spare mugs of cocoa to those that are empty-handed. But as soon as she's sure things have settled properly, she ducks out of the cafeteria.
The rest of her evening is spent in the dance studio. The rest of this "party" had followed the same pattern, why shouldn't this? Now that she had her sword, she needed to practice all the harder. She'd failed in her promise once. It won't happen again.]
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It... it was better like this anyway. It's not like he could do anything to help. Maybe the more competent people here could do what he couldn't. They'd be more observant, more useful, more helpful.
He does, eventually go to the afterparty... sort of. It's really more that he's going to the kitchen for a glass of water and try to leave before he's noticed. But it's kind of hard to ignore Spongebob and just how completely miserable he looks.]
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He's just not going to worry about that right now when everything is too fresh. He honestly doesn't even want to look at the room because, well...it's even emptier than it was last week. It's just him, Salieri, and Maya now.
He'll spend some time in the cafeteria with Rina still at his side, though he does make a brief stop to pick up Ruddiger before coming back around. He needs you right now, buddy, and he unfortunately seems to understand what happened this time. He feels bad for not being able to contribute much, but, well. He's here.
Later in the evening he'll visit...the music room, actually. He doesn't really feel like working with tools today, actually. Maybe he'll just plink quietly at the piano, not really making any attempt at nice sounding music.]
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After that, he's out and about in the cafeteria, parked at a table, just kind of vibing for a bit? Though after a bit he'll check on people. Making sure y'all are eating, hydrating. Have some tea or a snack or something, this is happening.
Later in the evening, he's in the band room for a bit, actually. He's taken the waste basket and just taken out all of Salieri's failed attempts at composing from earlier in the week. Some of them he's folding up idly, because this is just a thing he does now, but some he's taking a look at. Pencil in hand, smirking to himself.]
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When all of that is finished, he'll start to look around the room, and offer hot chocolate to anyone who seems to need it.]
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She does her best to watch the other attendees too, and if she catches you not eating, she'll set a plate of potatoes in front of you. ]
You need to eat. We all need to be ready.
[ After people start to disperse, she'll head up to the girl's locker room, doing a quick count of the supplies she's been able to store so far. It's meant to calm herself down, but you might be able to catch her muttering to herself. ]
He's wrong.
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He'll be curled up in a back corner, reading a thin book that's very nearly the same shade of blue as his nails. It doesn't look long at all, but once he's finished, he just sits there staring at it for a while.
Eventually, he does wander outside, and right into the afterparty happening nearby. Here, he mostly sits and pokes at a slice of apple pie. He knows he ought to be trying to help out, but - well, what's he going to do that hasn't been done already? Someone even made tea this time. It's like Hester said; he wasn't really even supposed to be here.
Later that night...well, he's going to the boy's locker room. Yeah, it's sort of the death room now, but he's sort of the death guy, and the death guy didn't get a chance to shower this morning. He feels gross. Maybe it'll make him feel better? He sits down on one of the benches - not the one that's become our makeshift autopsy table - and begins to take off his shoes to put them in the locker. But he doesn't get there. The movement draws his eyes to his fingers, and he stops to inspect them for a moment instead. Some of the blue paint along the tip of his index finger has chipped away.
It hits him all in a rush; he presses a hand over his mouth to suppress a sudden sob. If he really has to cry, he shouldn't make a scene about it.]
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She doesn't return to Rodgers Dorm, either. She takes as much time as it's needed to grab a new shirt from the costume room, shower off in the girls' locker room, and drag a chair and large storage bin from the prop area to the gym. Her cloak is folded on the bleachers. The deerskin liner is soaking in the bin, with a whole bunch of shampoo. The water's slightly red, but it appears like it's going to take something a little more heavy-duty to get it clean.
Peregrine herself? Well, she's doing those bleacher runs she's so fond of. And squats. And every exercise she can think of.
"But if you could erase grief - if you could remove it. You would?"
Peregrine runs. She runs and she pushes and she does not stop. ]
One!
Feel the roots,
Feel the rush in your body when you—
[ "You want to hurt?" ]
Two!
Bust up,
Feel the power in your core!
[ "Why do you care about him? He does not benefit you." ]
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Stay loose,
Feel the wind blowing through you when you—
[ "But you are a leader. You have cultivated a following. They rely on you, and it is your job not to lead them astray." ]
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Break down, take every weakness down to the floor!
[ "But it's... it's my fault. I... it was selfish. I shouldn't have..." ]
Push into the fear until it shatters!
Barriers beware, I'm gonna shatter—
[ Peregrine does not stop.
She will not stop.
Even when she's tired and breathing so very heavily, she keeps going and going and going.
She won't stop—
Not until she shatters.
If it's much later. You may find her sitting on the bleachers, with her head in her hands, her shoulders heaving. Maybe she's having trouble breathing after all that. Maybe she's crying.
Maybe it's both. ]
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So much later they had to hire a new narrator
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She quite likes how the pie turned out.
At the party proper, Cassandra stands vigilant. Based at the doors to the cafeteria, propped against the wall and looking out, routinely scanning the room, keeping an eye on everyone... Or, she's trying to, anyway. That's the hard part of doing this again, it's weighing on Cassandra. She's being forced to wallow in uncomfortable feelings for too long.
It's not a terrible time for her snowgie - who missed her today very much yes he did - to come waddling up with... a plate of pie on it? Okay, maybe she'll have a nibble.
But as the party dies down, and the guests filter out, so does Cassandra. She drifts for a good while until she takes this restless energy down to the gym. She's got a sword, now. It shouldn't go to waste.
There's plenty of room in here to run, jump, flip. Investigators may find the noise inside to be Cassandra doing a backflip and ending on a low sweep of her blade.
Yeah. Take that, Wizard.]
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Well.
He drinks from it heavily, tonight, a faraway look in his eyes as he stares off into the distance from where he's seated at a table at the party and thinks, and tries to understand past all the roaring, roiling fear and anger and confusion in his head. If anyone approaches him he'll offer them a cup, silent for a long moment, before saying, ]
He didn't understand. Why we'd be upset. Why we couldn't just move on.
[ But for the most part he shadows Eurydice around the room as she tries to keep peoples' strength up, looking distant and confused. He ends up standing in the kitchen, staring at a blank wall in dead silence for a long moment before tears start to fall down his face, little hiccupping sobs shaking his shoulders. At the end of the night, he'll head into the boy's locker room and look around for anyone else, before beginning to sing, high and resonant.]
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
But since it fell into my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
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He remains in the cafeteria during the entire party, and he has brought his lizard terrarium again. From time to time, he takes out one of the three lizards to pet and feed them bits of pie.] Here. You may hold them.
[Once he is certain they are in safe hands, he sits at a table with a full plate, staring at his future meal with a deep frown. He has a musical cylinder by his plate alongside a metal block with several grooves carved into it, a few screws keeping it all together. He's no engineer, but he figures these two might go together in some way. The cylinder is slowly rotated in his palm, his thumb lightly brushing the grooves and wondering what it would play.]
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[Once she does put in an appearance, she's. She's there. She's just kind of sitting at a cafeteria table picking at a plate of french fries.]
[Eventually she makes her way to the band room, and, um. It's a lot of very, very aggressive drumming and screaming.]
AND I-I-I-I-I- HOLY SHIT- WILL ALWAYS LUMP YO-O-O-O-OU-
[Calling it music might be questionable, but. It's probably cathartic.]
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