Roxy Lalonde (
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someday we will foresee obstacles / through the blizzard
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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Then he sees Morgana on the bed, everything still mussed from when he and Karamatsu woke up that morning. He moves to pick the plush up, the one his friend had clung to for the last week. But as soon as his legs hit the side of the bed they... give up.
His knees hit the floor, the sound not dissimilar to the thump of Karamatsu's corpse hitting it less then an hour before. It's only clinging to the mattress that keeps him from curling up on the floor.
At first he screams into the blankets, the sound muffled, the viscera in his hair and on his face smearing into them as he tries valiantly to smother himself. But before long his instinct for air wins out, and with a toss of his head he gasps, just to start wailing into the open air. Shameless and raw.
Later, once he's clean and dressed in the cat shirt and bluejeans the Benefactors gave him- the only clothing he has left other then the jumpsuits now, he's... in the cafeteria for a bit. Maybe he intended to eat. Maybe he just... can't be alone for long.]
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cw: gore, suicide
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cw: emeto
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cafeteria
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[She's just. Kind of sitting, hugging a cat-shaped pillow.]
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Hey. You should... eat something, probs.
[ Or later on, she actually... ducks out of her own party for a while, to duck into the holodeck. Huh. ]
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...He doesn't take anything from Manaka's room. Fuck that and fuck her and good fucking riddance.
But after that's done and Jamie's taken care of, Bolton comes to the cafeteria and sets up as usual making coffee or hot chocolate for everyone who needs it. When he's not needed, he can be caught sitting at one of the tables, reading a letter and wiping his eyes dry with his sleeve.]
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cw: implied suicidal thoughts? idk
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