And you can't pull me down

[musacal]

[ There's a groundhog anxiously pacing around the halls when suddenly everyone appears in the lobby and she's rushing up after all the initial reactions. ]

Wh... What happened?!

[ And where the FUCK is Maya UHHHHH ]


(ooc: y'all can respond to this however you want and make any generic top levels you need!)

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[brokeforgood]

HOLY SHIT, H DOESNT SUCK ANYMORE!

[musacal]

Wh-What?!

[comeandfindme]

She- she'd- she was-

[ Sorry! Your Peregrine has experienced an error and needs to restart! ]

[mayavericks]

[Peregrine, you might have more important things to worry about! Namely, the raccoon that comes running in. Can raccoons look startled? Because you know, he kind of looks like he's seen a ghost?]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Well, at least one of us has to give it to the banana straight. Might as well be her.]

Maya was the culprit. She was under the effects of the motive - But at the last second, Janis and Hester saved her life... I think.

But her and Hester are both still back in the auditorium!

[musacal]

[ That. Is a lot for her to hear at once and she can't. Fully process it.

...Also she's throwing off the groundhog head she doesn't give a shit right now ]

W-Wait, what? Maya-chan... she what!?

[mcfife]

[Angus is still trying to break down the door with Bruiser helping! By barking at the door.]

Maya- she!

[He's getting nowhere but it's a good emotional outlet.]

[musacal]

[ ]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

I... I'm not entirely sure???

[musacal]

[ ]

[fourbutts]

[ If anyone wants to talk to Janis, uh. She is currently lying on the ground. Is it very unfun to do in this swimsuit? Yes. Does she visibly care? Not even slightly. ]

[mayavericks]

[Presumably at some point, Maya will be patched up, cleaned up, and presumably locked in Broadhurst for an inconceivable amount of time. Thankfully, she's allowed visitors so... if you missed your reunions earlier, come and get it --

She also has letters for each of you.]

[musacal]

[ There’s a groundhog costume nearby with a passed out Nana curled up inside it.

She’s sticking close to you now beech. ]

[barberic]

[As with Farrah, after the accident on Wednesday, Benjamin was granted the clarity of knowing that he was. Far too emotional to be of any help whatsoever.

Unlike on Wednesday, it's because he was incapable of doing anything but collapsing to the floor, like a marionette with his strings cut, when Nana ran back to the academy to tell everyone that Maya was alive. Enough hands - nearly everyone else's, in fact - were already on their way to help, before he even had the strength to pull himself up from the floor.

But he's one of her first visitors, nonetheless, bringing her a cup of tea. By the time he reaches her, she can hear the teacup shivering in its saucer from the way his hands are shaking. He passes it to her wordlessly, then lowers himself to the floor next to her, and just... stares at her, for a long, unbelieving moment.]

...It's... it's really you?

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa hangs back, in the initial rush of the survivors coming to Maya's aid. She'd wanted to check on the other girl, to hold her and make sure she was real, but she knew the others would want to get to her first. Maya's partners would want to hug her and hold tightly onto her so she doesn't disappear. Elsa understands that, and she won't interrupt all of that.

It gives her a sad pang in her chest, a whisper in her head briefly mourning that this didn't happen with everyone else, but she pushes those thoughts aside. Approaching Maya's bed, she smiles, tired but true, and pulls up a chair to sit beside her.]

Can I get you anything?

[brokeforgood]

[It takes Farrah a long time to enter Broadhurst.

She lingers outside the door for what feels like hours, but is actually only minutes, terrified of what she’ll face inside. Finally, when she opens the door—- she doesn’t pay attention to Maya at first. She’s busy staring at the walls. At Varian’s chaos, and her own chaos, still proudly displayed—- it takes her a few moments to snap out of it. Thankfully, this takes less time than the whole standing outside the door thing did—- and she finally turns to Maya.

She tries to recover, seem cool. She pops a hand on her hip, and twirls a braid with her free hand.]

Well. You really got the heat off me. I don’t even know if I’m still grounded.

[comeandfindme]

[ When Peregrine can finally tend to Maya's wounds and do so without urgency, it's a bit of a strange process. It's clear from her slow and somewhat clumsy hand that despite her knowledge, the practical application is...pretty new to her. She apologizes under her breath if at any point she thinks it hurts—and it definitely does hurt. Before the whole thing begins she insists Maya take painkillers.

In the end, both recleaning and stitching Maya's self-inflicted wound and dealing with the leg wound take some time. At least this time, she's remembered to wear the gloves at the start. As she finishes, she sits back on the bed (Connor's, of course) that she pulled over to use as her counter and support. ]

So I'll need to change those each day. You cannot move around a lot, or it'll tear the stitches and...I don't think either of us want me to have to redo those. [ Internally, Peregrine thinks they probably will have to either way; she definitely didn't do as good a job of those as she could have. ] If you need help getting anywhere, you ask me or— [ ...she gives Janis a side look, Janis who is positively passed out on a bed and snoring. ] ...or whoever else is visiting you. No doing any of this on your own.

[ Despite the charged emotions of the day, many of them from her, Peregrine stays pretty calm, brief apologies aside. Perhaps surprisingly, she's got a pretty good bedside manner! Still, as she sits back, she starts to look more and more tired. ]

[sugarlumps]

[So at some point, LSP ducks in. Possibly after having to promise she's not going to break Maya's knees for Angus, if there's anyone actually standing guard here.]

Okay, so. I'm not gonna tell you that was a dumb idea, that was, like, covered during the trial. But I am gonna ask you to do me a lumping solid and not try to leave us alone like that again.

[mcfife]

[Shortly after finding Maya, Angus runs into the middle of the cornfield to s c r e a m. It's the sound of someone with very powerful lungs with too many pent-up feelings from thebday, but the yelling is melodic, like Angus is controlling the pitch despite the noise mainly being a form of carthasis. Those are some...high notes he is hitting.

There's a heavy thumping following the yelling, with quieter, lower growls trailing for several minutes.

Once Angus is tired out and ready to speak to people again, he wanders up to the library, keeping his head up and nodding like everything is alright when he passes the others. He has a small bouquet of thistles in his hand as he picks out a book on handicrafts and takes a seat to build a flower crown out of his collection. It looked easy, based on his eyewitness accounts of peasants constructing them, but after a few tries and many fallen petals, he has only managed to link 3 flowers successfully.

It's not frustrating. It's tiring. But it's something to focus on. Elle needs to know his feelings on her death one way to another. She died crying, asking Maya if the others would hate her, and instead of getting help, instead of telling her she was loved, she-

Eventually, he'll consider that a lost cause and return to cafeteria to get food for himself and the lizards. It's been a long day, and he grows hungry. Unfortunately, his plan for a calm afternoon is ruined upon the discovery of a stack of letters on one of the tables.

Angus sits hunched over one of the tables reading the one address to him, leaving the rest in their envelops., his mouth trembling and failing to keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks. Bruiser sits on the chair beside him, pawing at him and whining when he doesn't move. Angus sits back and covers his eyes with a hand. He tries to breathe.]

Library

[employeeoftheyear]

[Eventually, Spongebob leaves Maya’s side to find Angus. Deep down, he gets the feeling that his presence wouldn’t be wanted. He fears that Angus would ignore him, or worse, yell at him.

But he doesn’t care, he’s still family and he’s still hurting.

He sits across from him, giving Angus a soft look and pointing to the crown he’s making. ]

Do you want help with that?

cafeteria

[barberic]

[Benjamin was originally coming to the kitchen to clean up the empty teacup he'd taken Maya, but the minute he steps in he hears Bruiser whining, and sees Angus sitting there, and he feels...

She was his reason and his life,
And she was beautiful...

He sets the teacup on the first available table and goes over to Angus, scooping up Bruiser and taking his chair with the little dog settled in his lap, reaching over and putting his hand on the back of Angus' chair.]

I... God, Angus...

I know. I know what you're feeling.

Cafeteria

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa feels... listless, after everything. It's not the hollow, pained emptiness she's felt after the past few trials, but it's a feeling of what now? She lost one of her best friends. He was one of the best of them - so good and optimistic, one of the bright lights in the ever encroaching darkness. How... how is it fair, to keep going when the ones who deserved to escape here the most are gone?

She sits heavily at the table Angus has claimed. She sees the way he shakes, his face twisting in a way that Elsa knows very well. She lets out a shaky breath, leaning just a little closer.]

It's... it's okay to cry, you know.

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah’s not nearly responsible enough to be trusted with making tea—- so when she finds Angus sitting at the cafeteria, looking like that, she does the next best thing.

She pours him a mug of tap water in the kitchen. And sets it down beside him.

Hey, she tried, okay?]

Cafeteria

[sugarlumps]

[For once, LSP doesn't say anything. She just sits opposite him.]

[...she'll slide a piece of pocket bacon over to Bruiser, he's earned it, this has been a bad day for him too.]

cafeteria

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Cassandra had been moving slowly ever since the trial, out of exhaustion and just. Listlessness.

She's never seen Angus like this. The image of the prince happily swinging his hammer to a jaunty tune was still at the forefront of Cass's mind, but... Now it was being replaced. The sad man sitting before her, too tired to even stop the shedding of tears. As she slides into a seat at the table, she stumbles over what to even say.]

...I'm sorry. About Elle. She was important, wasn't she?