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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ballroom!

[bestof]

[Eliza is one of the first to arrive, which is a little surprising considering she's barely left her room since the trial. But the heaviness of being alone with her thoughts had been starting to wear on her so Heather's note about the party is a huge relief.

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.

[onthebusagain]

It seems like a lot of us were thinking the same thing. It's too-- [She doesn't want to say lonely. She stops herself.]

...Too sad.

[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?

[onthebusagain]

[ Sad. Guilty. Tired. She can't say any of those things. ]

Right now? Thankful, that people showed up.

[bestof]

[Eliza smiles, a little weakly but at least its genuine.]

I think we needed it so...thank you for throwing it.