well this is a depressing excuse for a party

[onthebusagain]

[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.]

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[rockthistown]

Okay. [sulk] She didn't like herself, so she thought no one could like her the way she was either, right?

[onthebusagain]

I didn't like her, before. Now I just feel sad, for both of them.

[onthebusagain]

I don't know. What else can we do?

[rockthistown]

I guess. [She wrings her hands and looks at the floor.] I haven't found any secret doors or anything.

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna shakes her head. She's not really in the mood to eat.]

No. It's okay. I should have known... I have the key to her room if you want anything out of there.

[rockthistown]

She didn't leave a note, right? Like people making their wills?

[trettende]

[ Stab him in the heart, why dontcha ]

I... I think so. It's hard for people like that.

[ Gee, I wonder who he means!! ]

[rockthistown]

Uh-huh. [Hime nods.] I tried to tell her that it was okay and she could get her wish herself, even without magic. She didn't believe me, and then...

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour looks slightly shocked, but he does awkwardly wave back.]

Oh, hi, Hans.

[trettende]

Yes.

[ Someone's great at words day. ]

It's sad that we didn't get to know her—or either of them better, sooner.

OTA

[solomonjihad]

[When Astarte woke up, she was in her bed. Huh. It was...wait, where is she? What..wasn't she getting out of bed, and then--

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?]

[trettende]

It sounded like wishes were her problem. She wished for things... that made her sadder, too. She wanted to fix things.

[ She was selfish and wrong and Hans can only guess how that would feel, facing all your mistakes like that. ]

She thought she could fix things. That might be why she didn't accept your help.

[trettende]

[ Yes he has perfectly normal hands under there, incredible! ]

How are you holding up?

[dontfeedplants]

It shouldn't have. God, she was just a kid, she wouldn't have done it unless she thought she had to.

[He's feeling a lot of bitterness towards, well, not exactly the Balladeer himself, but definitely this organization as a whole.]

[dontfeedplants]

[It's a shame that Seymour is still in despair or he can appreciate Hans's gloveless hands.]

Alright, I guess...

[Rubs at his eyes. He is definitely not holding up okay.]

[dontfeedplants]

[Even though Seymour's despairing pretty badly right now, he still can't help but be curious about all this.]

Um, what are we decorating?

[trettende]

It's okay if you're not.

[ Hans even—well, he hesitates since he's not wearing his gloves but he places a hand on Seymour's shoulder nonetheless. ]

Everyone was shaken after what happened yesterday.

[solomonjihad]

[Where?...where...

Ah. Anna! Maybe she knows--wait.

Her face.]

Anna? Are you...ok?

[onthebusagain]

I'm not going to make the same mistake again. I'm going to get to know each and every one of you, before we get out of here, in a month.

[onthebusagain]

No one has. We just have to wait.

[onthebusagain]

That's... [So uncool, but sounds like big fun. She can put aside coolness, at least temporarily.] Great! I'm sure everyone will have fun, decorating together.

[onthebusagain]

You actually showed up? [Heather left a note for her, sure, but she hadn't expected her to actually show up. She's still sour about yesterday.]

[solomonjihad]

Heather?

[Why does she look so annoyed?]

Of course...you left me a letter. Why? What's wrong?...

[onthebusagain]

I didn't think you'd have the guts, after how you acted yesterday.

[solomonjihad]

...I see.

[Oh. Ooooooh. The party last night!]

Heather, I...I'm sorry, but...I just...can't get into fashion. I know you and Hime want me to...and its important to you.

[She looks down, shuffling her feet.]

I mean...I just want to wear what I want! I probably won't get to anyways, when I go home.