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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[onthebusagain]

[Before Heather slips the notes under the doors, she might be caught bustling about the hallways, carrying food back and forth between the kitchen and the ballroom. Or maybe you catch her in action, dispersing notes.

After the notes have been delivered, she can be found perched on the edge of the stage , dressed modestly in black. She's quick to beam and greet anyone who enters- relieved that someone has actually showed up. Being alone is a total bummer, right now.]

Oh! You came!

[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.]

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[trettende]

[ Hans' smile is a little strained this morning. Well, he's trying mostly for everyone else's sake. But then again, he didn't bother with fixing his hair much this morning or dress in anything besides some pants and a button up shirt. He's obviously been shaken by the day before, but he's here if anyone wants to talk to him.

He grabs some snacks and sits down, mostly staring at his hands. He actually took off his gloves this morning. Woah. ]

So, I... guess we're alive. That's something?

[ Finding a silver lining is really not easy this morning. ]

after

[trettende]

Yeah, I... I didn't want to just stay in.

[ Hans seems almost embarrassed by the admission. He's never needed anyone to comfort him, he's always handled things by himself. But he has to keep up appearances and maybe... having people around who don't just tell him to shut up and get over it could actually be nice? ]

How are you doing?

[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. ]

[onthebusagain]

I'm glad you did. I was worried no one would come.

[How's she doing? Heather shifts, uncomfortably. What should she say? The truth is embarrassing. Can she tell him that she feels guilty? That she was mean to D-ne, and maybe, if she had been nicer, things could have been different? No way. She can't say all that.]

I'm...

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.

[rockthistown]

[Hime drags herself out of her room and totes a blanket along to sit on in the ballroom. She rubs her tear-streaked face and sits down, busying herself with studying the scuffs on the floor.]

after

[rockthistown]

Yeah... I mean, we should, right? [wave wave]

[rockthistown]

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

[rockthistown]

[sniff] Why would she do something like that? I tried to tell her...

[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.

[onthebusagain]

[Heather gives Hime the tiniest smile- she's not wearing makeup, for once. What's the point, when you're just going to cry it all off?]


It's better, for everyone to be together, I think.

[rockthistown]

I'm really sorry. I still can't believe this happened.

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[sunshineprincess]

[Anna is only here because Hime decided she needed to be dragged along. For once a party wasn't very appealing. She's already missed the last one since she decided she wanted to talk to the Balladeer.

She's going to be a wallflower for the most part, hanging out near a corner with lemonade in hand.

Otherwise she'll probably be in the kitchen, a hot pocket that is still frozen in front of her. She doesn't know if she'll eat it or not since it reminds her of Valjean.]

[catliketread]

[The Pirate King shows up eventually, though he isn't his loud, boisterous self. He watches the others for a little while, but he's never been good at sitting still so eventually he leaves. When he returns, it's with a pile of fabric and bright costumes that no one will wear ever, probably. He then leaves again, only to return with paper and pens and scissors from the storage room. Once he's gathered everything he thinks he needs, he raises his voice.]

Everyone! We have all suffered greatly recently, but I believe it is in trying times like this that we need to focus on something. Would anyone care to help me decorate?

[Valjean had suggested it. He had never really gotten around to it even though he had considered it and now... Well, now's as good a time as any, isn't it?]

[onthebusagain]

Why are you saying sorry? You didn't do anything. [Something about the way she says it makes it sound like maybe Heather did. ]

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[rockthistown]

[Hime looks up at Anna and offers up her bowl of chips.]

I'm sorry.

[onthebusagain]

[ Mr. The Pirate King, you are the dang digging dang best! Heather jumps at the opportunity for a distraction, approaching the pile of supplies. Wow. Some of this stuff is ugly.]

What kind of decorations?

[rockthistown]

I-I tried to tell her... [She falters and her shoulders slump.] Thank you. I don't know what's going to happen now.

[trettende]

Yeah.

[ It doesn't really matter what the answer is. He knows no one will be doing well after that. ]

It's awful, what happened...

[catliketread]

[Isn't it, it would be much better suited for decorating!!]

Things to hang about the place to brighten it up! Or whatever you'd like, really, that was just the first idea I had.

[onthebusagain]

[There is something completely heartbreaking about Hime being sad. Heather has to be strong for her!]

It's going to be alright- we all learned, and we're all coming together, now.

[rockthistown]

But we can't wait anymore, right? I mean, unless somebody comes to save us, but I thought they would have come already.

[trettende]

She was... a deeply sad person, I think.

[ He can imagine what that's like even if her reasons were different from his... ]

I'm sure you tried your best, Hime. It wasn't your fault.