So Satan is Gone | Week 2 Afterparty

[tasteslikesurvival]

[Well. That was a hell of a trial, wasn't it? About half an hour after everyone returned from the trial they'll receive a note under their door. (Plus Togami gets a new handwriting sample for his book.)]

This is Kurumi. I gathered up some stuff from the diner and kitchen to the Cafeteria. Come if you want. Thought we should be together.

[It's not much. Just a pot of tea, some coffee, and some of that delicious cherry pie from the diner. Get some before it runs out.]

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[curdle]

[ Thomasin disappears for a while after the portrait burning fiasco. When she returns, her hands are full. She heads over to Xander with the goods, which consist of breeches and an undershirt, except they're both white and thin, being made out of bedsheets and all. She did manage to find buttons for the breeches! Also the shirt has short sleeves, you know, for the guns. ]

I thought to give you them this morn, but... [ that happened ] There was no fabric to finish the sleeves, nor make hose. If the fit is poor, give word and I'll fix it, or at least make a belt.

And this too.

[ Underneath the white clothing is a white slip of paper! Written on it, in black ink, is "Thomasin Champion Heretic Dislikes the wood", which if she knew commas existed would be a coherent sentence. Then there's "Thomasin" again, this time in a less hesitant script, like it's a signature. ]

For thy ledger.

[kingshaming]

[Xander takes a moment to absorb this, obviously surprised. Both over the clothing and the writing.

And like a cloud blowing away from the moon his eyes light up and his scowl turns into a true honest smile]

Thomasin... these are perfect! And yes, this will go in my ledger right now.

[He in fact opens in and tucks it right in, to be pasted later. All he can think of is Leo, when he was small had hadn't yet passed him in all things scholarly, holding a book up for him to help him read along. Elise pouting at him over her pricked fingers as she rushed through her needlework.

Corrin... Corrin]

I think we shall start your lessons in earnest in the morning, yes?

[curdle]

[ She looks almost surprised for a moment, but then she beams. Sadly, none of her icons bear this out, but it's happening! ]

Yes! If it please you.

[ In the rush of pride and remaining horrified adrenaline from that whole fucking trial, she's completely forgotten that she can't work on Sundays. Bad form, Thomasin. ]

I'll to the library after I break fast, then?

[kingshaming]

I'll be there.

[Or well, would have been if Thomasin wasn't about to have a heartbreaking breakdown in 12 or so hours]