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trustfelled2017-06-10 01:32 pm
barehands) wrote in trustfelled2017-06-10 01:32 pm
come out of hiding, i'm right here beside you
[A while after the execution has ended, everyone will find a simple note slipped under their door.]
If you don't want to be alone after everything that's happening, some of us will be in the dining room. Even if you decide not to come, please remember that you aren't alone here.
[The note isn't signed, but the handwriting is feminine and neat.
For anyone who decides to come, there's a good array of food laid out on the table. There are some small and simple cakes, cookies, and pastries, a healthy amount of okonomiyaki, okayu, and other Japanese dishes (with a focus on rice and eggs), along with curry. In addition, there are pancakes, and a large pot of soup. It looks like a few people collaborated to make enough food for everyone here.
Just like the meal they shared together earlier in the week, the candles from the storage room lend a more peaceful light than the fluorescent lights above.]
[The note isn't signed, but the handwriting is feminine and neat.
For anyone who decides to come, there's a good array of food laid out on the table. There are some small and simple cakes, cookies, and pastries, a healthy amount of okonomiyaki, okayu, and other Japanese dishes (with a focus on rice and eggs), along with curry. In addition, there are pancakes, and a large pot of soup. It looks like a few people collaborated to make enough food for everyone here.
Just like the meal they shared together earlier in the week, the candles from the storage room lend a more peaceful light than the fluorescent lights above.]
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Normally he'd like to be central, but today is kind of a shitty day. He's just here to eat in silence, but if people want to pester him after all of today's disagreements, they certainly can. ]
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[How to say it...]
Good work. At what happened today. You did good.
[Since George was right then it means he did the right thing. That was not something up to debate]
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May I sit here, Mr. Ace?
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Are you turning into a houseplant, George?
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late but yolo
That was a job well done. I can't imagine doing that was easy, with all the opposition.
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The unity gesture is probably part of it, he imagines, but all of this is striking him as more than a little morbid – doing something like this after two people are dead, particularly with all the food...
Again, he doesn't seem interested in partaking of anything, though if someone wants him to he likely won't say no; as always, he's holding up the walls, generally, while he's in here. He isn't constantly in there, however; once in a while he moves back to the external foyer. It's...strange, to see that everything's been cleaned up so thoroughly already; he avoids the piano anyway, spending more of his time at the window just kind of...glaring at the snow, like if he does that enough it'll stop.
The quiet is nice; he's not in the mood for the silence of the room, granted, but he's not sure how here he is for the group, either. So alternating it is.]
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Anyway, he approaches Wesker after a moment.]
Nothing's changed out there, has it?
[He doesn't really expect it to at this point.]
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so maybe Osomatsu could understand that.
in any case, the note is slipped under his door. and he stares at it a long time before he goes to pick it up and look it over. he's been crying a little bit, but only because he's frustrated and sad. he doesn't cry that often, but when he does, it's usually in a place where people can't see him. he wipes at his eyes and decides that maybe he... should go out and eat with everyone. it would be better than being alone. and he is hungry, since he tossed up whatever he had in his stomach, which wasn't a lot to begin with.
he's still wearing the clothes that he arrived in. he'll probably, eventually, need to change, but this was what he was most comfortable in. he looks at the spread of food, surprised that so many people could band together and make this happen even after what they all witnessed. he takes a bit of food to start off with, hoping he can keep it down, and he's mildly comforted by the fact that there are a lot of Japanese dishes out here]
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[ Asked the bunny princess in the nurse outfit, a smile playing on her lips. Her own eyes are clouded as well. ]
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Should she see someone who looks unoccupied, she hesitates, unsure what to say to help. 'How are you feeling?' seems strange, when it's obvious to her that nobody can be feeling content after something like that. So, instead:]
Can I, um... Is there anything I can get for you?
[Or anything I can do for you is the unspoken question she gives. It's a timid question, but there's sincere concern in her voice.]
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[He could probably use a drink, but he can go get one himself.]
How are you handling this?
[He can see that she was crying, but maybe talking it out does good. It's better than keeping it in and ignoring help.]
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All she's looking for is a cup of hot tea, and a spot by the window in the external foyer. Time to settle, to think. To have some semblance of quiet without being oppressed by the overbearing silence in her room.
She'll take conversation as it comes, and eventually, she might hover by the food table when her body demands nutrients... but everyone will have to forgive her for looking blank-faced today. That trial wasn't very fun, now was it?]
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Seeing Sakura is still alive and safe gives him an odd sense of hope. He'd come to like the girl already. Something about girls like her just... well... it probably reminds him of Tsunemori. He wonders how she's doing-- after all, it was just recently (he thinks) that her best friend was murdered right in front of her eyes while she couldn't do anything.
And this may be that kind of situation they're in. It's fucked up.
Super fucked up.
At least this is all what's going through his head as he takes a puff of his cigarette and takes a long exhale before starting to speak to Sakura.]
How are you taking this? You should look into therapy to--
[Fuck, that was habit for him.]
Sorry, ignore that. It's what I usually tell people who have seen some shit. It's my job, after all, to ensure people are safe.
[Mentally and physically.]
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That was unpleasant, wasn't it?
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It was, but I'm not sure what we could have done to stop it.
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He's also not entirely sure what to make of this gathering, but he wasn't sure what to make of the gathering earlier in the week either.
Krauser won't stick around for long though and he'll eventually vanish back to room #3. He's got the door propped open a bit because he can't stand the silence, but it looks like he's working on writing something. If you're in the area (or specifically looking for him for whatever reason) you're welcome to knock on the door and he'll probably be fine talking for a bit.
Krauser doesn't seem to be any more on edge than he usually is, and he doesn't really seem upset either despite getting along well enough with Felicia and Arietta. He doesn't really seem much of anything really, outside of very dedicated to whatever he's writing.]
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Don't feel like being at the party?
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She can be caught occasionally actually taking a bite, but mostly she's just kind of... muttering swear words under her breath. Goodbye, all-ages rating! ]
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Children whose world has forsaken them, desperate to take their revenge... That sort of thing happens more often than people realize.
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She's not really had curry before! She also brought the Endless Dandelion (A toy dandelion. It’s fun to blo~w the seeds away. The flying seeds have a thin thread still connecting them, so you can wind them back up and have as much fun as you want.) she got from the vending machine here to blow off the seats and wind them back. It's something to, at least. Her mood isn't quite morose, but it does walk the tightrope around there.
She's here to see how people react, maybe socialize, too.
But it doesn't last, really.
She pushes off there and briefly goes back to her room, which she rests inside with the door closed for some time. It's actually later in the night, after the night bell seems to be near over that she, in the internal foyer can be found ... exercising.
Specifically, using her blunted sword she got from the vending machine, she is practicing her sword strokes. Despite the awkward weight of the blade and only having one arm, her form is exceptional. She's going to do this a hundred times, if you happen to be there for every stroke. ]
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Either way, when he's noticed he'll speak up.]
You're good.
[wow such praise]
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When someone passes nearby he can't hold it back anymore:]
Looks like I'm not going to be of any use in this place, right?
[During the trial he had no idea what was going on. George's logic was clear to everyone, but he hadn't completely understood it. And finally, he hadn't contributed anything of use during the trial. What was he supposed to do?
Wheatley was useless and he knew it. He's rather stupid, but not so stupid as to realize trials are way over his head]
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[Tapping at random keys at the piano here without looking up, with a face that's not smiling, it's probably hard to tell Rin's joking.]
Oh, but it's round so it would roll. No, then. Probably not.
[I'm so sorry, Wheatley, Rin is oblivious to your existential crisis. She's not making the connection right now he's talking about the trial.]
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He goes to the dining room to grab some eggs and rice there on a plate for himself. While he's there, he gets a cigarette from the pack he has in his pocket and uses a candle to light it. He is such a tactful man! (Not...) He sits by himself at the table for a bit, eating and taking a drag of his cigarette between bites here and there.
After a bit, he's done with his food, and his current cigarette and chooses to light another one with a candle and leaves to the external foyer. Once there, he just looks out the window. It seems he's more lost in thought than anything, but someone could probably start up a conversation with him.]
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You seemed to enjoy this.
[ It's not judgmental, it's just... a statement. ]
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He eventually heads to check out the external foyer and... ah. Everything's cleaned up perfectly fine, right? Maybe he'll check to see how the piano sounds.
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No, still the same. Nothing about having a dead woman in there has changed the sound at all. Hm.
So... he'll go ahead and sit down and pay a pensive tune and maybe wonder a bit if he's going to get haunted. Maybe he'll follow someone over to the party type thing if they approach him, but well. The mood is weird as hell right now.]
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Ah...
[ that's in some ways more artful than what Pizzazz was playing the other day, neat. ]
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she alternates between staring intently at a candle-- sometimes moving her hand over the flame like she expects something to happen-- and flicking through her phone. sometimes, she grimaces and starts violently pounding keys. jesus. she didn't even particularly like either of them-- hell, that one bitch was downright annoying. but something about the pictures she took of them, looking so happy at the dinner, are weirding her out. but deleting them doesn't make her feel any better.]
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[ Nachetanya announces herself, coming towards the other woman from her left, holding a small late in her hand, which mostly seems to have raw vegetables she picked out herself on it. Some carrots and broccoli and such. ]
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But it's important to put appearances in. Rin helps herself to a plate of the food no one else seems to have the stomach for, measuring the proportions precisely and eating in a methodical way, without sitting at the table. People seem to be drifting away from it anyways. She'll wander around most areas where there's people, observing but not lingering. It seems like she's looking for something.
Eventually, Rin will find her way to the external foyer, and boldly sit at the piano. There's a warm thermos of tea beside her on the bench to her right, and she has her left arm lying across her lap. With her free hand, she's tapping at keys in no real rhythm or melody, depressing them in such a way that they make no sound. And then as if to break that silence, she heaves a heavy sigh and glares up at anyone looking out the window, or who might be passing by. Well, anyone except Kogami.]
Hey, you. What's your favorite color?
[Rin won't be here for very long, however. Originally she came hoping they could discuss whatever it was they just saw in the colosseum, but she can tell just by looking the atmosphere is too oppressive for that right now. Maybe in a few days. So seeing this gathering as a lost cause, she'll leave to pursue a few private conversations that really can't be postponed. If anyone's looking for her later in the day, she can be found in Room 9.]
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I don't have one. Why?
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After a while though, he does drift back to his room of #16 once he's had something to eat. If you'd like a more private consultation or want to check on him, just knock.]
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[It's not like talking to someone will help, but there was some sort of bond created between them after, well, looking over a crime scene and a dead body together.]
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When he comes back a few minutes later, he's brought some paper and a pencil with him. He sits down at the table again and starts working on two pencil drawings between bites; one features Felicia, standing in a snowy field, and the other picture is of Arietta, surrounded by liger cubs. ]
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She just... stares at the picture for a while before she thinks to speaks.]
You're very good, sir.
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While she spends the entire party in her room of #22, perhaps she'll welcome any guest that knocks. Maybe. ]
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Some time after aggressively cooking and checking on Corrin, she can be found at the internal foyer, staring at the clock. Now that she thinks about it, she never learned how that worked since she first saw it with Arietta. A shame, it would've been nice to tell her. ]
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QQ!
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He doesn't look like he's particularly all there tonight, but he's present, so that... probably counts for something, even if he keeps staring off in the distance every once in a while.]
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So he makes an appearance in the dining room, gathering up a bowl of food without seeming to pay much attention to what it is before finding a place to sit and eat. He ought to be taking part in this too, he knows. It is important to keep one's spirits up. But he...maybe tomorrow.
After he's finished eating, he goes to sit in the external foyer instead. It's quieter, and emptier, but he finds that being near the door makes him feel more at peace. Even if he cannot see anything out of it.]
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...You were pretty close with her, huh?
[It's an invitation to talk phrased as a question. It's up to him if he takes advantage of the offer, of course, but it's clear from her tone and expression that she's here to listen to anything he might need to let out.]
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