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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.]
OTA
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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[Why does she look so annoyed?]
Of course...you left me a letter. Why? What's wrong?...
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[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.
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Trial? What...?
[There is a look of utter confusion on Astarte's face, after a moment, though, worry starts to creep into her eyes.]
Last night...don't you remember? We were at the party, the one in the dining room, and...I had quiche that the Viscount made, and...
[Something is not right. Something is very not right. That much is slowly beginning to dawn on Astarte, and she doesn't like what it means.]
You and...Hime and I...
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That wasn't last night. What's wrong with you?
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[She looks more and more worried.]
It was a bad dream. I'd walked into the hallway, and there was a body. It...looked like...!
[...Oh god. She steps back.]
Heather, please, I-I need to speak to Jean Valjean...please tell me he's here...
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She holds her stomach as she drops to her knees.]
It can't...be...the party....then...!
Forget it, forget it. That was just a dream
Since it's a dream, let it disappear, it's just...a dream...!
[She covers her face with her hands, and shakes her head as she lets out a sob.
There's nothing in between the dream, and waking up.]
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[She looks up at Heather through her fingers, tears streaming from her eyes.]
I don't remember...I don't know anything of what's happened!
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["Is it me?"]
Its...its me.
[Then, they know. They know, don't they?]
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Please...please tell me you're all right. That...that everyone is...
[Her hands shake as they fold together.]
...you weren't hurt, were you?
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[Her? No, it...can't be! They were just talking, they were just--weren't they?]
...
I...didn't hurt anyone...?
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it...will come back. I'm sorry.
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[She looks away, ashamed.]
This...this is one of the longest times I've not remembered anything because of them.
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