someday we will foresee obstacles / through the blizzard

[lmafo]

[ About an hour after the trial ends, maybe an hour and a half, there's a series of notes written in pink that end up slid under everyone's doors. No pomp, just a slid note and a knock at the door before Roxy moves to the next one. ]

aight so
if you guys want uh
there's food and drinks and stuff all chilling in the caf
no presh, just
fuck
we probs shouldnt be alone rn

- rolal and marisa

[ And indeed, set out in the dining room, there's a bunch of pretty basic sandwiches (she's a scientist, not a chef, what do you want from her), some drinks from the bar set out on a nearby table courtesy of Marisa, and uh. A single cake, set out on its own table. It's not the most visually impressive thing in the world, but Roxy worked real hard on it, okay? It's chocolate, even, with chocolate frosting also.

Piped onto the top of the cake in rough pink icing letters is "eat me pls," so. At least you know what to do with it. ]

Comments

[dejabrew]

...It doesn't. But you're denying that shark-faced bitch the satisfaction of killing you. Every day you're alive you're spitting in her face.

[in4apounding]

...I guess it's enough for now.

[She doesn't sound super convinced.]

Are- you gonna be okay? I know you and Max were. Close.

[dejabrew]

[He's just gonna keep holding her like doing that will convince her.]

...I don't know. He was one of my best friends, he...

[He doesn't cry, but it's a near thing and he has to trail off.]

[in4apounding]

He figured out what I was. A while ago, but he never said anything. He was a good man.

[She hugs him a little tighter.]

...I'm so sorry.

[dejabrew]

[He holds onto her tighter, even when she squeezes a faint grunt out of him.]

It's not your fault, Pumpkin.

[in4apounding]

I know, it's- Manaka, and the Overseers, but-

[She shakes her head a little.]

It's still not fair. No one should have to lose the person they love, especially not like that.

[dejabrew]

[...Beat.

But, I mean....]

Did you, think that Max and I were...

[in4apounding]

..?

[What.]

I'm-

[Hang on, better whisper this.]

I'm sorry, Mister Bolton, was that supposed to be a secret? But- um. You did call each other "precious" during a trial. I thought it was very sweet.

[dejabrew]

[He blinks, and then, well. He can't help it.

He laughs.]

[in4apounding]

Mister Bolton-?

[He's snapped from grief. Tragic, really.]

[dejabrew]

[It takes a long time for the giggles to lessen enough to let him speak, but until they do he just fondly ruffles her hair.]

Oh, Pumpkin, no. That was a movie reference, honey. Max and I weren't together like that.

[in4apounding]

...oh. OH!

[Her hand covers her mouth for a second, a nonexistent deep pink somehow implied in her cheeks.]

I'm sorry, I though- oh!

[dejabrew]

[He can't help but laugh again, he's sorry sweetie, it's just funny.]

As long as you didn't think Jamie was some kind of homewrecker.

[in4apounding]

You and Mister Jamie-?

[Processing. Thinking back to DnD Night interactions, mostly. And the rest of the trials. Three, two, one-]

...Oh no, that's so sweet. I'm- happy you actually did find someone. Here. Despite everything.

[dejabrew]

I’m- I am too, Pumpkin. Really happy.

[Because he is. He’s hurting and grieving, but Jamie is the best thing that’s happened to him in years.]