Heather McNamara (
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well this is a depressing excuse for a party
[Mid-day on Sunday, Heather goes around and slips notes under dressing room doors.
If you don't want to be alone today, there will be snacks and people in the Ballroom today
--Heather
She's even dotted every i with a little heart! How cute.
The dining hall is a way better location for a party (or whatever this is) with its close proximity to the kitchen, and more intimate space- but Heather doesn't want to be anywhere near that place. Not for a while, at least. True to her word, Heather's brought snacks- finger sandwiches, a few bags of chips, and a big pitcher of lemonade. There isn't much else set up, but the piano is still there, should anyone want to play.]
If you don't want to be alone today, there will be snacks and people in the Ballroom today
--Heather
She's even dotted every i with a little heart! How cute.
The dining hall is a way better location for a party (or whatever this is) with its close proximity to the kitchen, and more intimate space- but Heather doesn't want to be anywhere near that place. Not for a while, at least. True to her word, Heather's brought snacks- finger sandwiches, a few bags of chips, and a big pitcher of lemonade. There isn't much else set up, but the piano is still there, should anyone want to play.]
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After the notes have been delivered, she can be found perched on the edge of the stage , dressed modestly in black. She's quick to beam and greet anyone who enters- relieved that someone has actually showed up. Being alone is a total bummer, right now.]
Oh! You came!
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[ Hans seems almost embarrassed by the admission. He's never needed anyone to comfort him, he's always handled things by himself. But he has to keep up appearances and maybe... having people around who don't just tell him to shut up and get over it could actually be nice? ]
How are you doing?
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ballroom!
She even had a similar idea fashion-wise, wrapping a knitted black shawl around herself.]
A little socializing sounded better than locking myself away for the rest of the weekend.
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Y-Yes. Hime didn't think I should stay in my room by myself... Thank you. For doing this.
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He's mostly just going to nibble on some of the food here and look nervously at all the other people here. Hope you like the life of the party.]
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[ Gotta watch out for those investments, right? Hans approaches Seymour carefully, waving at him somewhat shyly. Holy crap, he's not wearing gloves. I'm going to keep reiterating this. ]
Hello, Seymour.
[ That's his best sympathy voice, pls appreciate it. ]
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He grabs some snacks and sits down, mostly staring at his hands. He actually took off his gloves this morning. Woah. ]
So, I... guess we're alive. That's something?
[ Finding a silver lining is really not easy this morning. ]
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[Sorry she's being a debbie down rn]
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She's going to be a wallflower for the most part, hanging out near a corner with lemonade in hand.
Otherwise she'll probably be in the kitchen, a hot pocket that is still frozen in front of her. She doesn't know if she'll eat it or not since it reminds her of Valjean.]
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I'm sorry.
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Ah. Anna! Maybe she knows--wait.
Her face.]
Anna? Are you...ok?
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Everyone! We have all suffered greatly recently, but I believe it is in trying times like this that we need to focus on something. Would anyone care to help me decorate?
[Valjean had suggested it. He had never really gotten around to it even though he had considered it and now... Well, now's as good a time as any, isn't it?]
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What kind of decorations?
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Um, what are we decorating?
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Long live our king, doing his best for morale. Exactly what we need in these trying times.
[...That is...jesus, it's still hard to tell if it's goddamn sarcasm.]
Unfortunately, I've still got no eye for decorating whatsoever.
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What sort of decorating did you have in mind, sir?
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She can almost hear the voice in her head chuckle as she remembers. The hallway. The body. O-oh no--
She bursts out of her bedroom door, running to towards the dining room, and--stops. There's no body. Not even a trace of blood. There's...nothing. Her head slows down--did it skip a beat? And Astarte clutches her chest.]
Just...a dream...
Of course.
[She is nevertheless dazed, as she walks back to her room and finds the note. Oh...another party? If she doesn't want to be alone...yeah. Yeah, she doesn't want to be alone. Maybe she'll talk to Valjean about her dream. Hopefully, it'll be all right.
So she walks into the ballroom finally, wearing something other than her nightgown, at least (even if it is...so early in the...day...?) looking around for Valjean, before she finds herself singing softly.]
That was a frightening fog
and I was the one left behind,
That was a frightening dream
The traces of my tears remain on my cheeks
Forget it, forget it. That was just a dream
Since it's a dream, let it disappear, it's just a dream
Aa, a person I knew
I had a feeling that they will being going far away
The black clouds of anxiety have crossed me
That was a frightening night
I just don't know what this is
That was a frightening dream
My heart is still pounding with fear
Forget it, forget it. It was just a dream
Since it's a dream, just let it fade into the morning
[Her eyes look left and right, confused, as she ventures forward. Are her eyes tricking her? Why is everyone so somber?
...Where...where is Valjean?]
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OTA and as late to the party as I am
Someone sit with him, he needs a distraction. Something, anything.]
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[Hime bows and sits down. She picks at her bowl of chips.]
We couldn't do anything.
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She'll beeline for the sandwiches after a little while since she didn't wanna travel down the hall...]
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Why don't you go to bed?
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Her eyes are still red-rimmed from crying but she's keeping her chin up and tries to smile at least a little if someone approaches her. Mostly she gravitates toward sitting at the piano, lightly plinking at the keys. At one point she looks up, her eyes scanning the room as she sings in a voice soft enough to barely be heard.]
Look around, look around
At how lucky we are to be alive right now
Look around, look around...