now that you are not around, my world fades to a dull, lifeless grey

[ratherdoweddings]

[Rukia will come around to everyone's rooms later, with bunny-laden notes inviting them up to the diner. When they arrive, they'll find that one of the tables in the back has been covered over with a length of fabric from the sewing room and is serving as a makeshift altar, with rosemary and, for some reason, a bottle of whiskey sitting on it alongside cutesy drawings of all the dead thus far. (Just like last time, Seth gets a spiteful no symbol across his face.)

Yurika's there too, and she speaks first:]

Thank you. I... I'm sorry for suspecting some of you a little. I was worried no matter what happened, and I knew it would be hard, but you were all innocent. If anybody wants to talk, we can.

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[kingshaming]

[Xander doesn't get the note right away, since he doesn't go to his room.

He goes to McBurn's. He didn't expect the sleep trap but maybe that was a kindness- someone might find him napping half in the doorway for a good hour or so- he's mostly inside so no rule breaking! Any attempts to rouse him won't work.

Once that's done he gets what he came for- the foul coffee McBurn told him about. It smells just as nasty as he had been told. That and the letter (he leaves the other for it's owner- it's not his to see) come with him to his own room to meet up with their new friend vodka.

Anyone that passes him get small one word acknowledgements. But eventually he might be found in the holodeck, sitting in the beautiful Hoshidan style home Margulis told him about and drinking what smelled (and tasted) like liquid death. In large amounts. Cuz caffeine and vodka are totally a good idea to drink together.

Thankfully he knows his limits- though he might be tipping juuust past them tonight. He would go back to being Prince in the morning, right now he was just Xander. A very very drunk and unhappy Xander]

[ratherdoweddings]

[Yurika's here at the afterparty for anyone who might want to talk to her, picking at a burger.]

I wish this hadn't happened.

[refusedtoleave]

[Natsuhi does show up, surprisingly, given the location. She has brought her own cup of tea though. The coffee can stay well away, the whisky might have better luck.

But she's just going to sit at a table, with the roomba 'sitting' under the chair. Glaring at anyone who accused her when she spots them.]

there may be Gakkou Gurashi spoilers in here

[tasteslikesurvival]

[Kurumi arrives a little behind everyone else. She waits for Yurika to speak. After about twenty minutes or so of just poking at some food, Kurumi leaves to go back to the library and then her room.

She slipped again, hadn't she? Not only did she accuse Lightning and Natsuhi, she had let her feelings slip. That wasn't like her. She had to be strong. She said she would be.

Ugh. Of course it had to be those two jerks that did it all.]

[yukionna]

[ Rukia is holed up next to the altar, her sketchbook propped up on her lap. She seems to be trying to draw human faces, with little luck. They're just as cutesy as the ones on the altar.

She's trying, though. ]

[voltrounds]

[Ricky's a little late. It's not hard to figure out where she's been, as she arrives with a handful of tiny white flower petals that she scatters over the altar.]

This has to be the end of it.

[damnfourthemerald]

[Shadow goes back to Margulis' room, after. He won't trigger any of the other traps--someone else can dig around if they want. He's going back to the trunk, stepping in the pile of pink glitter, and finally taking a few things that a dead person no longer needs.

Like whiskey, for instance. Huh. Why not give that a try. And that oxycodone. Could come in handy. And...the reading worksheets that are clearly for Thomasin. He'll take those, too, for when he next runs into her.

He, like Xander, doesn't immediately go to the party once he gets the note, either. Things stashed, he's taken to the shower to try to get more of the glitter off. It...never ends. Even if he leaves a puddle of glitter to wash down, it's still somehow obvious there's glitter. At least it's (mostly) out of his ears.

Doesn't think to go, at first, because...why should he? But...whatever. Fine. He can make an appearance. But he'll be sitting at a booth in a corner and, not unlike Rukia, doing him some art. (Trying to do him some art.)]

[curdle]

[ Thomasin shows up shortly after, looking slightly dazed and still holding the letter Margulis left for her. She proceeds to sit at a booth and read the whole thing out, frequently mouthing the words and sometimes audibly, albeit under her breath, sounding them out. It takes a long time for her to finish, and once she does her eyes are suspiciously shiny. Then she orders a milkshake!

She also makes her way to the altar at some point and reaches out, touching the rosemary lightly with her fingertips. This is directed at Yurika, but it's super low and comes off as a general address: ]

You found it.

[stitch_in_time]

[The Doctor makes his own small addition to the memorial once he arrives. A sheet of paper with a series of carefully inscribed circular runes of some kind, one for each of the dead so far.]

[The rest of the time, he can be found alternatively sitting in a booth, quietly nursing a cup of coffee and making some notes in the notebook he's been carrying around most of the week, or he might approach you-]

You holding up all right?

[cyan_maid]

[...There's a shrine. A shrine for the dead. A proper one.

For some reason, seeing it up in the diner makes Jane pause in the door. She'd finally finished the red skirt she was trying to sew, lumpy seams and clumsy stitching and all, and wears it over her unitard for a semblance of decency - though from the way one of her hands catches the fabric, perhaps she's thinking it'd be better if it were black.

Oh, to hell with pretense - she so desperately wishes for proper mourning clothes.

Jane won't say much on her own. If you come over to her, she'll talk, but for the most part she takes a seat near the alter and looks at it with tired eyes.

Please stop this girl from thinking for a while. Just. Stop her.]

[bylight]

[Lightning went to her room after the execution. She couldn't stay there. So she walks right out again after the note is delivered. She doesn't make it to the diner. Instead she goes to the greenhouse. It wasn't real nature, it wasn't home, but after that trial, she needed to be somewhere with life all around her.

So she sits under the apple tree, one knee pulled up to her chest, looking contemplative. Whoever joins her will hear her humming a song to herself. She'll be here all night.

It's not like she feels the need to sleep after all that pain from the trial.]