Afterparty 5.0

[forcegalactic]

[There's not much that can be believed about that trial. Or that execution. Still, like before, two hours after everyone leaves, they'll find a note slipped underneath their doors.]

We have to stick together. The dining room is there for anyone that needs a quiet space, and I cooked dinner.

Hibiki made some coffee and dessert for all of us.

-Mordecai Benmont Jiminy and Hibiki Ganaha

[Today's selection includes potato pancakes and a light coffee cake. Hibiki has lit two more candles in the dining hall. It doesn't take long before Mordecai lights a third.]

Comments

[rickdiculous]

[This is fun.

Time to go gather up potato pancakes and sneak off to his room and eat and cry.]

[zomgboom]

[THROWS KEY AT RICK'S FACE

I mean. Catches Rick while he's going back to his room. She's carrying Dio's shit.]

You wanna, like, sit on his bed and cry while you're eating those?

[heymcfly]

[ WAIT BEFORE YOU GO. ]

Hey. Ah.

[ Okay so um. What do you say about stuff like this? HOW ARE YOU DOING? or ARE YOU OKAY? are probably very, very stupid conversation starters. ]

You...you like potato pancakes?

[perpend]

[Eventually, there will be a knock on Rick's door.]

It's Cabanela.

[oftheland]

[KNOCK KNOCK]

Erm, Rick? I'm not sure if this is the sort of thing that would take your mind off what... happened, but I do have the maid outfit on...

[perpend]

[Cabanela is... at a complete loss, for once.

He'd trusted Dio, and where did that get him? Even with the people who defended him, he'd screwed up, made himself look suspicious. It's not something the Inspector wants to repeat.

He can't repeat it. He needs to keep on believing in people, but... Well. It's difficult.

The Inspector doesn't hide away in his room this time, though. He's in the dining hall. Not eating, of course-- watching a floating head attack a terrifying shadow and then get eaten does a lot to ruin a man's appetite.

Still, he has the note Dio wrote to frame him, and he has his notebook open to a blank page, looking like he wants to write something, but can't.]

[decrees]

Cabanela.

[Logan takes a seat across from him. He places Dio's journal down on the table and flips it open to the sheet of paper pertaining to Cabanela.]

...I doubt this will help any, but I believe you need to see this.

[He hands that page over, but he's going to want it back, alright. Dio's notebook needs to remain in one piece.]

[forcegalactic]

[It's good to see the Inspector outside for once. Having a member of the police makes everything feel more safe - though if judging by Susan's tales of the police in her universe, it might not be a normal thing. Maybe Mars really was lucky in how genuinely Sparks Nevada wanted to protect the civilians.

That's why he didn't want to believe the frame job. The Inspector was a good person, and they need someone like him around.]

Inspector? [He sits next to him.] Sorry for doubtin' you back there.

[ninehundredlives]

You all right?

[You look like shit.]

[swirlied]

[ Since he doesn't want to be alone, Yuuri will be heading straight to the dining hall once he gets the note. He lingers in front of the candles for a while, lost in thought.

Eventually, he'll go and grab some potato pancakes and coffee cake and go sit down. If he happens to see someone sitting alone, he'll go join them. ]

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise sits down by Yuuri and nods.]

Honestly... what a mess.

[blazeit]

Hey, demon king.

[ Here's this guy depositing his butt into the seat across from Yuuri. ]

Not to be a complete fucking asshole and all, but you guys don't have some kinda reanimation magic, do you? You wouldn't be all like, "I can revive all of you guys but you'll be fucking zombies", right?

[ ............ why bakugou ]

[withabigsmile]

[Blue never has an appetite after these things, but she does show up; she settles down next to Yuuri pretty quickly, because he looks a little out of it, and like he needs the company.]

Are you okay?

[It's always a dumb question to ask, but it's something she asks anyway.]

[forcegalactic]

[Well, there's Mordecai, now with a plate of those pancakes and sour cream in front of him. The Portable Debugging Console is still on his lap, and he holds onto it like some kind of comfort toy.

He doesn't expect someone else to sit by him.]

...Howdy. Looks like someone else has an appetite.

[decrees]

[Logan actually shows up in a timely manner for once. He's got Dio's notebook with him and he's currently reading through that at one of the tables. There are some notes he will blatantly refuse to show people (because holy shit some of these people don't need to see Dio's thoughts on them), but this... is actually sort of giving him a feeling he never wanted so uh. Here we are.

Occasionally he'll glance over at those candles. The third one is the one he keeps being sort of confused by. But hey, he's not about to complain about it. Everyone who died here deserves to be remembered in his opinion.

Eventually Logan will start drafting out letters, though this time there aren't addressed to anyone.]

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai had been curious about Dio ever since he ran into him. His view on life, why he thought he could manage anything on his own without consulting the others. Dangit, why did he have to get close to him?

He walks up to Logan empty-handed. He hasn't been in much of a mood to eath.]

That his notes on philosophy?

[zomgboom]

[drops down in the seat next to logan.]

Do you ever think about, like, what chickens think about?

[what the fuck brought this on? who knows.]

[forcegalactic]

[It's hard when you don't have any knives on hand, and grating enough potatoes to feed more than half of the group does a tremendous number on your hands. It's worse than laundry.

Mordecai brings down a few bottles of booze and soda to the dining hall and spends most of the time sitting by the memorial, looking at the candles for a few minutes, then back at the Debugger resting in his lap. That thing's given him enough courage to make it through the trial, but now that it's all over, there are still three people dead. Morty and Rakka trusted someone and got killed. Dio didn't think through his actions and nearly ruined everyone's lives.

Harriet might still be in danger.

He doesn't have any food with him. There's too much to think about to care about eating.]

[openterrain]

[ Mordecai may be passing on food, but Jean certainly isn't. He's not terribly hungry, and it's not like food is hard to come by in this place, but he hasn't fallen out of the habit of the mindset of never knowing when he'll get his next meal. He's already eaten, however, and the plate he carries over to the memorial isn't for him, however.

Instead he offers it out to Mordecai. ]

If you're gonna spend so much time looking after us at least look after yourself, too.

[blazeit]

[ Bakugou did not leave that box at Rakka's podium and has brought it with him to leave by the candles. For a while, at least — he'll take it with him when the afterparty disbands. Seeing as it has her name(? he thinks) in it, it's obviously something representative of Rakka, although he can't figure out what exactly it means.

... Not that he thinks Rakka would've been able to figure it out, either, seeing as she had amnesia...

He's got some food on a plate and is sitting in the dining hall, but seems preoccupied with a few blank pages of paper than eating. ]

[zomgboom]

[how are you doing, fellow explosive child. she is worried about you.

. . . actually, she's way, way more interested in that box.]

So, like, what's so special about the box?

[heymcfly]

[ Marty drags himself out of his room to the party, because something inside him tells him it's a good idea to get out. He can hear his mom (which one though?) in his head, telling him to get out of bed and out with his friends. It wasn't healthy to be alone so much, you know.

He makes a stop at the memorial, shaking his head. There's nothing he has that either Rakka or Morty would like, at least, not that he knows. So instead of leaving something memorable, he'll just stand there and cry like a baby.

The food would smell good on a normal day, but this execution sucked ass. Marty watched Dio's severed head whip out arteries that writhed around like snakes, y'know. Marty already threw up once, and he's not gonna again. He's just going to look at the food and wrinkle his nose, shaking his head a few times before taking a seat at a table and planting his ass there. ]

[announcemyvictory]

I knew the man was dangerous, but this is a disaster.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan's not...really feeling up to a lot of socializing right now.

But she remembers what happened after Ashley's death. People actually noticed when she hid in her room. There's only Hibiki left to worry now, but the girl's been through enough today without having to think about her. She'll just come out and get some potato pancakes. She doesn't really intend to eat them, but oh well.

She does stop by the memorial before she goes, and leaves two more hand-drawn portraits: Rakka and Morty. They're the only ones besides Ashley; she was working on more, but she stopped them for this.

Susan stands there for few minutes before going back to her room. She's made efforts to clean up her face, but it's obvious she's been crying.]

[forcegalactic]

You're a good artist. Didn't realize that was you who drew those pictures.

[He doesn't sound surprised at all, but it's nice to know who was the mystery artist.]

...Thanks.

[oftheland]

[Welp, this might as well be a weekly ritual by now... but of course, this is going to require a trip to the infirmary rather than just to the bar.

...yeah, it really says something about him that he keeps having to pour one out for the murderers, huh? Though, it's not like he didn't expect that to happen.

Even the best of the best can expect all their transgressions to catch up with them eventually... but they can at least try and give it your all at the end and keep going until that final, fatal second.

So... Giovanni goes ahead and pours out a blood bag into a glass, because fuck it, have they ever even found someone alive enough for it to be worth it, and then pours himself a... more normal drink.

He then raises it to no one in particular... well, no one there, anyway.]

Good luck over there, you crazy bastard.

[midnightsea]

[see you around, you possible megalomaniac.]

[housenurse]

[plan: go to room, lock door, lie down on bed, cry forever.

actual outcome: get to room, forget to even close door, sees the drawing of her family on the nightstand so she doesn't even make it to the bed and just lies down on the floor, not even crying or anything just completely and utterly silent.

sighs.

she really can't do this anymore.]

[decrees]

[Logan's been looking for Sukuyo. There's something he wants to show her, though he's not sure it'll help at all. Still, he knows Sukuyo and Dio had a (surprisingly) close relationship, so...

...He's not really sure what to do with the fact that she's lying on the floor. He tips his head for a moment before knocking on the door and letting himself in. After a moment he shuts the door behind him, though he doesn't lock it. Once that's done, Logan joins her on the floor, sitting down and flipping open the notebook.]

...I apologize in advance if this isn't helpful at all, but I thought you might want to know what Dio thought about you. Despite his harsh wording, he was fond of you.

[Far more than the others, honestly.]

[nankurunaisa]

[Now that her energy from wanting to avenge her fallen friends and hating Dio more than she ever thought she could possibly hate a person, Hibiki is sitting next to the candles with an open sketchpad and staring at the flames. For obvious reasons, she's set Morty's and Rakka's away from Dio's, but she's not putting Dio's out or anything, she just...needs Morty and Rakka to be away from them.

She's scribbling a few drawings of cartoon animals, hamsters and dogs and cats to cheer herself up, but eventually she starts lifting her head and looking for anyone she can talk to. Dorika is back in the chicken pen, exhausted, and she's only here because she wants to be here to remember Rakka and Morty.

If anyone she's spoken to, even briefly, gets too close to her, she'll quietly try to get their attention.]

Hey, do you wanna sit with me?

[oftheland]

[...maybe it's kind of awkward that he just started heading back down from toasting Dio's memory but you know what? Why the hell not.]

Well, if you don't mind, of course.

[clearasmud]

[ It was nice that Dio was dead and gone but it didn't change that, well, so were Rakka and Morty. Youko hadn't been close to either of the children, but it seemed Bakugou and Logan were - which meant choosing between them now wasn't an option.

Youko disappears immediately after the trial, but there's a note accompanied by a knock slipped under each of their doors within the half hour:

We're having dinner. Come to the kitchen as soon as you get this. NO EXCUSES!!!

- Youko

Steak was sadly not an option but they still had croquettes. Ahhh, croquettes... and the food Mordecai and Hibiki had made to round their meal out.

Three plates, three chairs, and one Youko wait patiently for the other two to arrive. ]

[blazeit]

[ Well, she said no excuses, so Bakugou supposes that he can't really argue with this one. The lack of steak will certainly be disappointing, but food is food and he knows very well that now is not the time to start skipping meals and letting his health go down the drains, so he shows up promptly upon receipt of the note. ]

... Hey.

[ And that's all she wrote before he slumped into a chair. Emotions are weird, you know. ]