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.]

Comments

[solomonjihad]

Its all right, I won't ask.

[Preparing for the worst...oh, did he think another murder would happen? Its...its possible now, isn't it?]

[trettende]

All I know is, you'd have to be crazy to try and kill someone after all that. It was bad enough knowing you'd be branded a murderer and risk dooming everyone else to a horrible fate, but... the price the murderers pay is just as high.

[ It's enough to make him freak out, that's for sure. ]

[solomonjihad]

...I agree.

[Just hearing about it, killing even one person just sounds.......terrible.

Why did Mother want her to do it?]

May I ask a question, Hans? You don't need to answer, if you don't want to.

[trettende]

Of course. Anything you'd like.

[ Hans is here for you! ]

[solomonjihad]

...Did the other me scare you?

[trettende]

Scare me?

[ Was she scary? ]

No, why would she scare me? She was very efficient. We couldn't have solved the murder without her.

[solomonjihad]

...The other me seemed to scare everyone else...

[trettende]

She was very different from you, but that's no reason to be afraid.

Different isn't necessarily bad.