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

[dechagny]

He...mentioned her to me, as well.

[Oh God. Someone has to find her and tell her that-]

...Perhaps...Inspector Javert may know where to find her, once we are free.

[rockthistown]

Right... What'll we do then?

[dechagny]

We...we will have to tell her what happened. It is only right.

[rockthistown]

And find someone to help her.

[dechagny]

It should not be too difficult between all of us.

[rockthistown]

Do you think? That's right -- someone helped me when my parents weren't around, too.

[dechagny]

Of course I do. There are eighteen of us, all with different experiences and expertise, but all with a singular objective - to escape in a way that goes against the management.

[rockthistown]

So if we manage to get out, then saving a little girl will be easy! Right?

[dechagny]

Of course it would!