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

[ninehundredlives]

Who knows? Maybe he likes to become Dio and strike poses in the halls.

[She's joking. Even though fuck, the guy could be a shapeshifter for all anybody knows.]

But it probably is the shadow. If only we had some kind of video camera to leave in there instead... [Bees aren't the best spies]

[perpend]

[Shit, that's almost funny. Almost. Too bad the situation is so serious.]

...maybe that's exactly why the Conductor wouldn't put anything electronic in this place.

[ninehundredlives]

That sort of thing would be easy for us to take advantage of. Some of us, anyway...I'm not really into computers and things myself.

[KIDS THESE DAYS]

[perpend]

I don't know much about them, to be honest.

[It's not like cell phones exist where he's from, after all.]

That's more of the Professor's thing.

[ninehundredlives]

The Professor?

[perpend]

Someone I work with back home.

[And have a full name since Ghost Trick never actually gives us one, thanks, game.]

He's a technical genius-- probably makes most of the technology he works with.

[ninehundredlives]

[Like Ghost Trick ever gives anyone a full name.]

Oh, like on TV. Police always have some kind of expert hacker there. [Like Susan really knows how any of that works.] I don't know that any of us are that clever, but I'm sure someone could do something if we had the tools. Maybe Rick...

[Normally Susan's pretty open with her disdain towards Rick, but today she just trails into silence. His grandson just died. She can sympathize with that.]

[perpend]

Something like that, yes.

[He'd give anything for the pigeon professor to be here right now.]

....We might have to give Rick some space. I don't know if he'll want to help anytime soon, but... We need everyone's help.

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah. Didn't really expect he'd want my company.

[They haven't talked much, but it's really all been fighting. Susan shakes her head.]

Poor old man.

[perpend]

I... feel terribly.

[But there's nothing they can do about it, is there?]

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah...but it can be easier to be alone after something like that.

[Nothing at all, really.]

[perpend]

Yeah. Aaall we can do is give him time, I'm afraid.

[ninehundredlives]

I'm afraid he's not going to get much. Not peaceful time, anyway.

[Even if Rick manages to avoid getting killed or killing himself (and she remembers even now how Morty alone held him back), this is Graceside. There's never a lot of time and space for mourning.]

[perpend]

....We need to end this as soon as possible. It's the only way.

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah. Yeah, we really do. We've been here so long already...

[And come on, it's not going to go uphill from here.]