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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[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour does eventually arrive at the party, but only after it's been underway for at least a couple of hours. His eyes are red and puffy and it's very obvious that he's just been crying and still doesn't really look like he wants to do a lot of socializing.

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.]

[trettende]

Hey.

[ 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. ]

[dontfeedplants]

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

Oh, hi, Hans.

[trettende]

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

How are you holding up?

[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.]

[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.

[dontfeedplants]

Thanks.

[Wow Hans, so brave.]

I just... I just can't believe any of this is actually happening, you know?

[trettende]

Yes, it all seemed... far less real, before.

[ Like, way less real. Appreciate this moment because the gloves will likely be back soon. ]

It was easier.

[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...

[trettende]

Nonsense. [ Hans shakes his head, at least he can pretend to be sure here. ] If someone else decides to kill someone, then we'll just have to stop them again.

[ Of course, saying that and knowing what happens... isn't easier either. ]

It's too bad there isn't... some kind of punishment besides death, though. It all seems so extreme.

[dontfeedplants]

I'm just worried about being targeted, I guess.

[Seriously Hans, he would die if someone yelled at him too loudly.]

[trettende]

[ Ah, right. Hans can see that. ]

In that case, you should try to avoid being out alone, or stay in groups. A killer can't overpower all of us, right?

[dontfeedplants]

I guess Captain Hook might if he felt like it... But it can't hurt to stay in groups.

[rockthistown]

I'm sorry, Krelborn-san. [Hime sniffles.] None of this should've happened.

[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.]

[rockthistown]

She thought there was no other way to be happy. I tried to tell her that wasn't true.

[dontfeedplants]

It's not your fault. It's this whole thing that's pushing people to murder.

[rockthistown]

What are we going to do now? Heather says we should just sit here, but what if that won't work anymore?

[dontfeedplants]

We... I guess we finally need to find a way to escape now.

[He starts to get the feeling that they can't just hope that someone else can free them.]

[rockthistown]

Someone should have come and gotten us by now!

[dontfeedplants]

... Maybe we're stuck in another world? I don't want to believe it, but we're all from different times and there are people here who aren't humans. Being on another planet can't be impossible now, can it?

[rockthistown]

Even if we're on another world, you'd think the Precure would have been able to find me! They could just call God!

[what]

[dontfeedplants]

What.

[rockthistown]

Blue, the God of Earth! He lives on Mars now, but he was just back at the Blue Sky Embassy for that Happiness Party we threw a couple weeks ago.

[dontfeedplants]

[. . .

Between this and the blue hair Seymour really wants to ask if Hime is human.]

I... I'm sorry I have never heard of those kinds of gods. Do you think they could even know where we are?