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It's time for an after party!
[About an hour after the trial and subsequent execution, Cabanela makes a decision.
They need to do something, keep the morale up, however little it may be.
Under each occupied room door people will find the following note written:
In difficult times such as this, it is important to carry on.
Don't give into despair; we must preservere.
If you don't want to be alone this evening, meet me in the dining hall.
-Cabanela
[Upon entering the dinning hall, you will find Cabanela sitting at one of the tables; he has lit two candles that are placed at the center of the table, but there's nothing else to note.
You'll have to supply your own food, since he doesn't have much of an appetite.]
They need to do something, keep the morale up, however little it may be.
Under each occupied room door people will find the following note written:
Don't give into despair; we must preservere.
If you don't want to be alone this evening, meet me in the dining hall.
-Cabanela
[Upon entering the dinning hall, you will find Cabanela sitting at one of the tables; he has lit two candles that are placed at the center of the table, but there's nothing else to note.
You'll have to supply your own food, since he doesn't have much of an appetite.]
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He turns on the incinerator and lays his clothes out in front as his heats up. While it's drying, he returns to his room and finds the note. Talking to someone about what happened is a good idea, but first: food.
You'll find him in the kitchen, chopping and shredding various vegetables as the smell of salmon wafts from the oven.]
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He walked into the kitchen to get a bite to eat, but changed his mind when he saw Mordecai chopping veggies. ] Hey, can I tell you somethin'?
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Oh, what are you making? It smells really good!
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When she retrieves the note she reads it and then heads for the door - and stops, remembering something she left in the trunk. Given the reveals during the trials, she's pretty sure she knows who this particular item belongs to. When she enters the dining hall she's carrying a mask with her, which she sets down near the candles on the table. ]
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But he sees Chie and a thought springs to mind. He approaches her without pausing to reconsider - because, really, what else is there to do at this point? ]
Hey, Chie. [ He glances at the mask, but doesn't ask about it right away. ] That pickaxe you got from the vending machine. What did you do with it?
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What is this? [it... kinda looks like something children shouldn't have????]
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Chie? Can we talk?
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[He was willing to bet it wouldn't be long before someone else was driven to kill, and would they be so willing to condemn another of their number? Of course not, if they wanted to play as though they were all friends here. Useless.]
[It was late--it had to be afternoon by now, right? He'd just have to go back to his room and sleep off his irritation.]
[Turning on his heel, Dio moved to leave--unless someone stopped him, of course.]
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Who is carrying a plate of roasted salmon with steamed vegetables.]
You're not gonna eat? [He's been outside the room the whole time and in the kitchen ever since he got the note; he's certain Dio hasn't eaten at all today.]
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He does, though, pause in front of those candles for a few moments before sitting down, looking contemplative. Angry, but also contemplative. His posture is looking particularly terrible, shoulders all slumped in and back slouched over. The fact that he's here at all means that he's probably open to being talked to, though. ]
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So, you guys really were right. [This is awkward.] Sorry for dragging my feet.
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First thing's first, though, is that she's going to the kitchen to make a cup of tea; one can bump into her in the process, since it'll take a while. She may not be too responsive, granted, but hey, it's better than being alone right now!
Otherwise? She's picking a spot near where the candles are, staring into them and simply going to sip her tea unless she's interacted with. She's...not up for being shounen and go-getting right now. Not after that.
Ken Kaneki did not deserve what happened to him.]
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[Elise isn't looking at her, or anyone else, really.]
I can't believe somebody would actually do it. I'm sure you're vindicated now, but...
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How is he supposed to tell her about this? She doesn't even know Albion is in danger and she's doesn't know Reaver like he does-- did.
Instead of writing, Logan ends up staring down at the paper blankly. He's doing a bit better now and should you want to talk about... most of what happened, he'll do his best to explain.]
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yeah, fuck feelingjams she stole all reaver's shit and she's only here so she can give his boyfriend the option of mementos or whatever.]
Do you, like, want any of his stuff before I take it?
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Killing monsters is one thing. She can take out Grimm all day long and not blink. Killing a person was another thing entirely, and one she's very much not all right with.
Eventually, she'll get up, wash her face, and attempt to look presentable, but she has an awfully hollow look on her face when she goes to the kitchen, makes tea, and sits down with it.]
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...Besides, she promised Bakugou food. He can always ask her to make something later if he's not in the mood to eat just now, but Sol's going to make a variety of assorted spicy dishes to bring into the dining room, which anyone can steal from if they like. She can be caught in the kitchen - working around anyone else in there - or in the dining room, where she'll just sort of pick a chair and slump into it.
Eventually she'll start singing under her breath, apparently not really thinking about it, her eyes shut. It's just the first song to come to mind, although she relaxes a little as she goes. It's the easiest way to calm herself down, even if her Song isn't there. ]
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We're still here, it seems.
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[Elise is probably in her situation, too. A farm manager. An idol. They aren't kings or cops or heroes, they're just normal people.
So she'll try to make herself useful.]
Do you want me to make you some tea again?
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He's wracked with guilt, whether or not the guy committed the murder or not. He hadn't been there to see anything, so how in the hell could he vote? What right did he have? He was a part of something he should have stayed away from, but literally had no choice. After staying in his room for the remainder of the time, he found the note underneath his door. It sounded a hell of a lot better than lounging around at home.
So he went.
At first, he's quiet. Marty walks in front of the candles and bows his head. That's where he stays for a while. ]
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Thoughts that she's...still sorting out how she feels about.
The note coaxes her enough; she pockets it, along with the now-opened letter from the Conductor, and takes with her a box or two of rations. No one's going to want to cook, is that right? At some point, she'll get fruit from the kitchen, something more...healthy. But for now, she'll sit.]
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An hour and a half of crying was enough to bring down Rakka's stress levels enough that, when she saw the letter slid under her door, she promptly headed down there. And when she's there, she pulls herself into the kitchen and starts setting up the tea kettle. If anyone wants anything to drink, they're perfectly safe to ask!
The less said about Rakka's pale complexion, and the redness of her eyes, the better. Please.]
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. . . Rakka doesn't have to know she stole it, ok?]
Hey, Rakka?
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But she does, and when she does she's wearing a smile, because what else is she supposed to do? She has no idea. So she smiles and heads to the kitchen and starts making a whole lot of rice and why not throw in some vegetables too, because although she's not hungry, it's so, so important to eat.
Blue will give out and offer food to anyone who wants it, but she's a lot more subdued and quiet than usual, which given the fact that not to long ago she decided to show everyone her ditty bra says quite a lot, doesn't it.]
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[ Nice observation, Bakugou... ]
Are you gonna finish all of that yourself?
[ ... Okay, that one was not as on point, but you know what. itriedgoldstar.jpg ]
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While he doesn't feel too sorry for Reaver-- he was a murderer, he had still been a pleasant man. Had he killed out of fear that his country is imminent to collapse? Had he done it just because he could? Who knows, and there's no way for them to ask now, even if he would have answered honestly.
It's Kaneki who Cabanela feels worse for-- a non-violent monster who was killed, possibly because he was an easy target. Cabanela had only had the one conversation with him, but he'd seemed like a nice boy.
Brooding isn't a good look on him but that's what he'll be doing, though every once in a while, he seems to be trying to address a letter to someone named "Jowd", though every time he picks up his pen, he shakes his head and sets it back down again.]
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[ She gestures to the weird-looking mask she just put down near the candles. ]
I think it's Kaneki-kun's.
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Of course, if someone seeks her out and comes knocking on the door to room 5, she might answer, depending on who's asking to be graced by her presence. ]
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She stopped and peered down at it briefly running her fingers along the note before she noticed which door it was supposed to be under.
So... she's going to push it under again, maybe that will accomplish something.]
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Really, when she gets her note, she wants to stay in her room. She feels awful. She has so many things to say to so many people, but she knows better than to let herself get upset over this. She doesn't want to lose. Reaver...and Logan, who must have known somehow...and Ken...there are so many thoughts running through her mind, but when she steps into the dining room?
She has a weak smile on her face.
She's also wearing a red scarf (she thought it might be nice to try something colorful) and carrying what looks like a frame. She'll take her seat, but she'll also speak out to the room in general.]
Does anyone feel like lookin' at something with me?
[She must be referring to the frame, but she's trying to invite people in, get some conversation going.
Half of her is ready to act, the other half is still the real Hibiki.]
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He stands beside her, looking over her shoulder curiously. ] Whatcha got?
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He enters the dining hall and immediately sets to... something. He looks pretty determined, anyway, when he approaches basically every character present to ask a question.]
Hey, did you.. do you know who has Ken's book? Th-the one he was reading last night?
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That's me. I was holdin' onto it just in case it was...[evidence]...important. The Black Goat's Egg, right?
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...well, he wasn't as down as some people, as he was quite certain that whole "Reaver dying" business would probably sort itself out instead of resulting in the deaths of six million people. Things always did, after all... but ah, Giovanni had liked him. Ken, too, even if he was apparently some sort of human-eating monster.
Trapped in a building full of humans, of course, with no choice but to kill and die or starve. HMMM. What a load of Trubbish, really. Well, they did know the stakes now, so...
...no, it wasn't going to be that easy. If anything, it would be harder, unless he had a good idea of whose kneecaps to shatter in the near future. He'd just have to try and keep a lookout.
Well, you know what he was interested in trying? Those peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that were really popular in Unova. Yeah, those sounded pretty good, didn't they?
He was just going to make so many sandwiches and empty every jar (except maybe strawberry, because that just seemed a little tasteless.) Then he was going to appropriate the jars for Reasons, but nobody had to know that.
(and damn, he'd already missed out, hadn't he... it's a shame. that would've been a good one.)]
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He has all the intentions of going and talking to people, helping others cook, but when he actually enters the dining room he finds that he doesn't know what to do. So he ends up sitting at one of the tables, staring off into space. ]
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This shouldn't have happened.
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Sounds an awful lot like "Morty", don't use it. Most folks call me Barkeep where I'm from, it's unofficially my nickname by now. [Marty isn't old enough to drink legally, but he can refer to the title.]
What's so bad about your dad bein' a bit of a coward? There are plenty of woman who love a sensitive man, my wife included.