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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[solomonjihad]

...I truly...don't know.

[Its the truth.]

All I know, is a voice in my head, saying things to me, deep down in me. But otherwise, I know nothing about the other me. I never remember anything when the other me...comes out.

[dechagny]

[...He believes you. Some of the things that come from Astarte...they're really crazy, but what other alternative is there? Especially when he's seen this other self.]

I see. I...am sorry. You must have had to deal with this before.

[Hopefully not in a murder sense, but...uh...er...yeah that can't be fun.]

[trettende]

I see.

[ This sounds like one hell of a backstory. ]

Does she... have a name? Who is she?

[sunshineprincess]

When Sir Javert called Valjean a convict, I expected someone ruff and rude. He was so kind instead. [She lets a soft laugh escape.] He showed me how to make something called a 'hot pocket'. We spoke about families after that.

[Anna takes a deep breath, sitting up straighter.] I thought D-ne was my friend. She didn't feel the same. I don't even know if she actually liked me... I still didn't want her to die.

[sunshineprincess]

[She shakes her head.]

No. Just shaken up. I don't think the other you would have hurt any of us.

[solomonjihad]

....Good. I...sometimes wonder.

[And now, its Astarte's turn to be shaken up. Ah, turnabout is fair play.]

[solomonjihad]

...For several years.

[Ever since---no, no, don't think about it.]

Its...gotten worse as time has gone by.

[onthebusagain]

Sure. Just, like, don't tell anyone I was so nice about it.

[rockthistown]

[eep] Sort of? I, uh, can't elaborate, it's kind of a secret and I would get lectured for a week!

[rockthistown]

No kidding. His life must suck in there even more than ours.

[rockthistown]

Right. Even in a situation where a wish wouldn't have any bad side to it, you can still do things yourself with your friends.

[rockthistown]

That kind of feels like when someone's grandma dies and the whole family comes to call dibs on her stuff. Although I guess that's what it is, isn't it?

[rockthistown]

That's true. It was hard enough finding a place to stash that arm thing. It's probably through one of those sets of locked doors.

[rockthistown]

Have you not eaten since the party?

[onthebusagain]

That's really nice of you to say. Thank you, Prince Hans.

[ OKAY BUT ENOUGH WITH BEING SAD. Heather bounces back. ]

Did I ever tell you how cool it is to know royalty? [ Especially Hans. He seems less home-schooled than Anna. ]

[onthebusagain]

At least we, like, have each other. Everyone's getting closer.

[onthebusagain]

And we can destroy these crimes against fashion! [ That's the important part! ]

[onthebusagain]

[ HELP, how do you child?! ]

Hey. Want some lemonade?

[dechagny]

Ah...right, of course. I...suppose it would be difficult to explain, anyway. It sounds difficult.

[It sounds impossible. And yet.]

[dechagny]

...I am terribly sorry, Miss Astarte. I do hope it does not happen to you again.

[He can't imagine how it must feel to have gaps in your memory like that.]

[dechagny]

He also showed me how to make the hot pockets!

[He nearly smiles at that, remembering the day, but then his heart sinks again. They can't have any more kitchen adventures...]

I, too, thought of D-ne as a friend. I...still will, definitely. No matter what. I did not want any of us to die.

[bestof]

[She nods in agreement. Too sad indeed.]

Are you- [She wants to say 'okay' but none of them are okay right now. Except maybe Hook.] How are you feeling?

[rockthistown]

You're right! We'll get out of here with that. Having a lot of friends really is hope-inspiring!

[bestof]

[Oh no, a sleepy bab.]

Miss Dimple, you should be in bed.

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour will forget the glove thing entirely in about twenty minutes.]

So much easier. I'm... I'm starting to worry that we're all going to die here now...