This is our fight song

[le_mat]

[Akira wanted to collapse after all that. But... this was what Zombina usually did, and he'll do his best to pick up the slack.

Luckily he's not alone, as Roxy and Max lend hands. And he needs those extra hands, since there's a full pot of curry from the diner that needs to be reheated (day two curry is best curry anyways) and bowls brought down. Not to mention making sure certain people at least make it TO the cafeteria. He'll leave the coffee to Bolton. He leaves those tasks to his helpers while he goes and writes the notes, all tucked under doors like last time:]

There's food in the cafeteria. Please, don't do anything reckless.

[You're one to talk, boyo. Still, as it heats up in the kitchen the smells of curry and coffee at least is a small comfort against the cold empty space outside]

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[le_mat]

[Once food is handled he sits with his own bowl, eating slowly, with lots of water. Now that he can think there's so much that happened that he's afraid if he goes too fast he'll pay that due his stomach had demanded since he opened that damn compactor door.

He's here most of the night. Sleep... isn't happening. He might be found writing something down though]

[immaculacies]

[Manaka, surprisingly, makes an appearance this time, after being entirely absent during both of the previous gatherings. The reason for that? A bottle of vodka she's carrying in one hand, which she immediately tries to pass off to the first person who seems like they'll take it.]

This came to my room. I'm not going to use it, so...

[After that, unless anyone tries to stop her, she's going to make a retreat.]

[lmafo]

[ After helping with the curry, Roxy does her part to... well, for most of the night, just go around and ==> Be Roxy Lalonde! She'll approach anyone who looks down and not like they want to be left alone to die, bowl of curry held in her hand and maybe an extra in the other if they don't have one yet. ]

Heya.

[ Much later on, though, she can be found sitting at a table sort of... staring at an empty glass. She looks much... sadder than she often does, frowning at it, and sometimes running a hand through her hair and making a frustrated noise. ]

[dejabrew]

[Bolton is nowhere to be seen for the first while after the trial. You might spot him leaving Korra's room and heading back to his own with an armful of blue cloth.

But he shows up eventually, and when he does he takes up his spot at the espresso machine. He has coffee brewed for everyone who wants some, keeping the french press filled. But the teens all get a hot chocolate, as sweet as he can make it, with peppermint or caramel or whatever sounds good.

Adults can get hot chocolate too, all you have to do is ask.]

[in4apounding]

[Penny makes herself visible at the afterparty long enough to make some additions to the memorial canvas:]

Zombina,
Thank you for being my sister, and for keeping my secret. You were one of the bravest people I've ever known, I'll try to be better friends with Akira and Yuri like you wanted. I'll still tell Ruby and my father all about you, and if I ever see Roman Torchwick again I'll punch him for you like you wanted to. I'm sorry.

Mr. Karamatsu,
You didn't deserve that insulting title, you're still one of the most amazing talented people I've met. I'll never forget your music or what you said about fashion. I'll try to protect Mr. Osomatsu for you.

Korra,
I'm sorry we never got to fight. If I can still visit your world after this, I'll be sure to tell your friends how brave you were. Thank you.

[After that, she just leaves; though she hesitates just a bit, if anyone wants to catch her here. If not, she's in Room 9 for the rest of the evening.]

[lovecolored]

[ Marisa's not in the cafeteria this time. Immediately after the trial ends, rather, she heads straight for the Zero-G room. Seems she knows how to navigate the gravity-free field pretty well, as she's sitting near the ceiling on her broomstick, firing off a laser show, and zipping around the room. And it is really pretty.

Honestly, it's as much a haughty show of power for anyone watching (whether they're the other champions, or the overseers, or CECE, or whoever) as much as it's catharsis for the day's stress. Fuck you she's Marisa Kirisame she doesn't have to deal with this shit.

When the spell times out and the bullets fade, she'll call out if she sees anyone in the room with her. ]

Hey, you! Fight me!

[ Do you dare...? (Although she will leave the Zero-G room and go on foot if anyone asks. Fair's fair.) ]

[playthedamncard]

[So. That happened. That was a thing that happened.

It's rare that he's felt so powerless, even when he could do almost nothing he still at least felt like he could. But it's all out of his hands. His words feel so hollow now. Why even bother? Maybe he should have let them...

Uncharacteristically, Kaiba shows up. He even takes a bowl without being prompted to. He's also uncharacteristically left his billowing coat off, and maybe after having it on for the past week, it's easy to forget how ridiculously twig-like he is. (Fit, but skinny as hell.) He doesn't particularly look like company, but then, he never does. He does more staring into his bowl than actually eating it.]

[theundertaken]

[Max is in the kitchen for the vast majority of the evening, cooking feverishly. His hands are shaking, and his breathing is harsh, but making pancakes isn't difficult. It's instinct. Easy as anything. He won't directly ask anybody if they have requests, though; he's just sort of mechanically piling chocolate-chip pancakes onto a plate for like, several hours.

At some point, though, he wanders out into the hall to add finished portraits of Korra, Karamatsu, and Zombina to the memorial wall. He had them already - he was drawing the living all week, and now he's back at this again.]

Hey mods...(Locked)

[titularly]

[Osomatsu is missing from the afterparty, as expected. And who can blame him, really? He... isn't okay. He'll never be okay again. Hours pass and he remains in the room which he once shared with his little brother.

But then...later in the night, he leaves.

People might be awake and they also might not. It doesn't matter, he'll be ignoring them anyway. He doesn't care. He staggers from his room and down the hallway, stomping his way into the cafeteria without stopping.

He makes it over to the Overseers' door and starts wailing on it with both of his fists. If you weren't awake before you will be now, even if his voice is hoarse from crying.]

OPEN UP! OPEN. UP. I know you can hear me, Shark-chan, OPEN THE DOOR!!

[quadjumps]

[ this is not yuri's week.

he lost zombina. karamatsu. korra.

he should have died, too.

he's tired. he's dead tired and out of energy. he doesn't know how anyone has the capacity to function after any of that...he doesn't even stop by anyone's memorial.

he just stuffs his face with curry, and then after he lets the food settle, he starts running up and down the hallways. ]

[unhappylittletrees]

[Jamie is a little late to the afterparty but at least this time he shows up. He's there very briefly, before everyone else shows up, to take a few pages down from his art wall and replace them with fresh blank ones. For anyone paying attention the pages are a little goofy, depicting a gun coming out of a lake he'd drawn originally and shooting fist bullets at Orcs with Rox's hairstyle and cellphones. He has no plans to throw them away, there's no way he could do that...so instead he's taping them up onto the door of room 11. Maybe they'll give someone a laugh.

When he's actually at the gathering he just kind of...sits. Just sits at one of the tables with his sketchbook and a few pencils to slowly and distractedly sketch out something. Anything. Just something to distract him from everything that's happened today.]