Did you love this world, and did this world not love you?

[enhancements]

[Saying that Wesker is angry is vastly overstating his emotional reaction to anything that just happened; he quite simply doesn't feel anything, just cold and driven by method as opposed to emotion, and when notes are shoved under the doors this evening...well, it's really obvious who wrote them even if they're not signed, let's put it that way.]

This has gone on entirely too long for us to remain idle. The only way to defeat power is with more power; it's the one universal constant in this world. The only power we have right now is in our unity, and we need to utilize that to its fullest.

Grieve however you see fit, as mourning in this situation is warranted. But when you're all done crying we need to gather and we need to share information. Whatever you have that might assist us in this situation can and likely will be vital over the next several weeks.

This meeting isn't mandatory, nor is it something that many of you will necessarily want to do, but it's in our best interests to persevere despite our losses. Even if you have nothing to contribute – or if you don't feel like contributing, which is your prerogative – it's for the best to not be alone right now.

Meet in the dining hall. Food will be provided, as per usual.

[...He tried. He tried really hard, and that's the sad thing.

That said, though, there will in fact be food! And also tea. Both are courtesy of Asgore, seeing as Wesker can't manage either to save his life. But they're there, and Wesker will...likewise be there in the dining hall and just seeing who shows up. Whether anything productive comes out of this has yet to be seen; somehow he doubts anything will. But again, there was an attempt made in the first place, and that's got to count for something.]

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[crywiththesaints]

[Sakura walks into the dining hall with the most unimpressed look on her face.]

Paradise. Really.

[ossifragant]

[Some people might be put off by Wesker's note, but it... helps Greed, at the very least. Somehow. It's a lot better than some platitudes that ultimately wouldn't amount to much, as far as he's concerned. More so than previous weeks, he'll still be locked in his room for an extended period of time before he arrives in the dining hall and grabbing a cup of tea before he sits down.

He doesn't really have much in the way to contribute, but he's here. That counts for something, right?]

[positivespin]

[ For once, QQ didn't help out with preparing food for the afterparty. She was too busy in her room, thinking about a lot of things. About here, about home, about the World of Innocent Bonds. It's only until later that she realizes she didn't go to the kitchen, which she mentally smacks herself for. And that glum feeling intensifies when she sees the note.

So she eventually goes to the dining hall...and straight into the kitchen to start baking a whole bunch of cookies.

Once there are enough cookies baked to bury multiple Lovecrafts in it and she has listened to everyone talk for a while (and contributing as needed), QQ leaves for the external foyer. There, she can be found staring out the window. Not that there's anything interesting out there. But maybe she's hoping for a change to observe anyway. ]

[georgeous]

[ The first thing George does after the trial is head to Nachetanya's room with Rin to unlock it and check the deceased princess's notes.

Afterwards he returns to his own room and doesn't intend to leave again until he sees Wesker's note... and something about the phrasing makes it feel mandatory to appear. Because he's not that affected, because he's a leader and someone who needs to assess the situation logically. He needs to steel himself again.

So in the dining hall, he can be found leaning against a wall stone-facedly and listening to whatever is being said. He does not reach for any food or drink.

Later in the evening you can find him in his room, if you're inclined to speak in private. ]

[armamenta]

[Krauser's made himself scarce after the execution, but you can find him in room #3 if you really need him. The door is shut and locked this time, but he'll (probably) answer it for most people. Probably. He's in a bad mood right now.

He'll eventually show up to the meeting though, if only because it was Wesker's note. Had it been anyone else, he probably wouldn't have bothered. So here's Krauser, holding up the walls as usual. He's got his knife out and he's flipping and catching that again, though it's not in the same idle way he usually does it. It looks like he's doing it with a purpose this time. Which just means he looks even more menacing than usual.

He's in a really bad mood right now.]

[gymasstics]

[Nozomi's perfectly content to stay in her room for a while to cry collect herself, but this note... This note really is something else, and eventually gets her to wander out, puffy red eyes and somewhat disappointed look and all.]

Wesker, you're sort of terrible at this, you know?

[She'll stick around for the meeting for a while, but eventually she retreats to the pool, much to the surprise of no one; she's going to spend a pretty long time with her feet in the water looking sort of upset thoughtful. Damnit, Nachetanya.]

meeting

[ossifragant]

[Apparently Greed really doesn't care about the giant man flipping a knife in his hand, because he approaches like he doesn't care in the least.]

That was a damn mess. More than these things usually are.

[relieable]

[Osomatsu is... angry. while most of the deaths here have left him sad, tonight, he's filled with rage, enough that he wants to turn everything over in his room and make a big mess. there are several reasons for this, being that he's been having a bad time all week, but these past few days, since Thursday, have been brutal. he's starting to think, is it worth it to trust anyone here.

he doesn't want to see them, doesn't want to look at any of them. the last thing he wants to do is sit through a meeting and converse with them, he's that disgusted. those who pass by room 29 will see the young man fling his pillow across the room. a tantrum, he's having a fucking tantrum.

later, perhaps someone has dragged him out to the dining hall, or maybe he's gone by himself because he knows he should be there. they're going to be sharing information, right? that's... important. Osomatsu should be there for that, because it could save himself later.

to find out that it's Wesker, of all people, organizing this is surprising... Osomatsu gets himself some tea, then sits around and waits for other people to show up, or approach him. maybe he'll talk to you, maybe he won't]

[armamenta]

[Normally he has the decorum to stop flipping the knife when there are other people about, but Krauser doesn't bother this time. As long as Greed's not standing too close to him, we're fine!!]

She was an idiot.

[And that's apparently all he has to say about it. The knife nearly comes down wrong, but he twists his wrist at the last second to catch it properly without injuring himself.]

[carnivorously]

[Kogami will be in the dining hall, however, he’ll be away from the crowd. He’s just there for the food and some of that calming tea. That trial struck a pretty nasty nerve with him, especially a lot of Nachetanya’s remarks against his character as well as trying to turn the crowd on him. That, and trying to frame Danny. It’s possibly the only display that maybe he really is human.

Still, if there’s information that people have, he might sit and eavesdrop. However, he doesn’t have much information to really give.

So basically, a pretty irritated looking detective who’s trying to play along if only for information right now.

After a bit, he just goes back to room 8 just to reflect and well smoke. He’s not in a great mood, so knock on his door with caution.]

[ossifragant]

[....Thank god for that, because Greed doesn't know shit about bandaging people up. It comes with the territory when you're used to instantly healing any injury.]

Killing someone she claimed to care about for her "ambition" of destroying the world... What a waste.

[heritrix]

[Rin is here and waiting, right outside the door.]

Are you ready?

dining hall

[ossifragant]

[It takes him a while to approach Kogami, because he's not exactly close with the man. He had been close to Nachetanya, and well.... That sure went well.]

You holding up okay?

[armamenta]

Regardless of what she thought, trying to play this game was a stupid idea. Did she really think she could outsmart everyone here? Was she really stupid enough to believe that we wouldn't catch her?

[well i mean it's not like he helped but shhh he's a mod character]

[ossifragant]

[what are you talking about, he totally helped

in spirit]

She clearly thought because she was liked, we wouldn't catch on. She was acting suspicious from the beginning. I thought she was just being pissy, like last week, until it kept going.

[georgeous]

Is this even a question of ready or not anymore?

[ He's not shaking anymore and seems fairly composed by now. His struggle has been moved to the depth of his mind and he'll do all he can to not externalize it.

And without further ado, he'll unlock the door. ]

[carnivorously]

[Seeing Greed approach him abates his irritability at bit. He sighs before taking a sip of his tea as if he really has to think of an answer.]

I guess. I wasn't close to her like a lot of others were.

[In fact, he had half wondered if she disliked him, not that hatred for him is unwarranted, but still...]

Also, thanks. You helped push forward the trial. It made things easier.

[armamenta]

I thought it was stupid of her to get so attached to someone so quickly in the first place, but if she planned all of this from the beginning then I guess that explains it.

[His opinion of Nachetanya took a sharp nosedive when he saw her and Tsubasa's antics but it had recovered a bit! And now this. He continues to flip and catch the knife as he speaks.]

They were both stupid.

[imaginex]

[Sakura didn't even bother heading to her room after the trial; she's taken up residency at that window in the external foyer and is moodily staring out the window, a cup of tea nursed between her hands.

She also thought to get a blanket but... no. Reminders of either Tsubasa or Nachetanya are not welcome at the moment.

Though afterwards, she'll head to the shooting gallery to blow off some steam in her usual manner... except the precision and downright ruthlessness of her shooting is a bit uncharacteristic. With her arm in constant movement - quiver, notch, aim - she shoots arrow after arrow at the bullseye, unblinking as the target collects so many arrows, some of them begin to fall off.

Then she's out of arrows and just... stands there for a bit, before walking over to fetch them and begin the process anew.]

[imaginex]

[Not quite the word the younger Sakura would've used, but she cracks a weak smile]

How are you holding up, Kashima-san?

[ossifragant]

Don't worry about it. I didn't think much of her being bratty until she started attacking that doctor guy.

[He's never even spoken to the guy. It's not like Greed would know if he'd done it, but the guy had examined the body.]

Then it just started to seem weird and desperate, didn't it? Like she wanted to convince herself she was just.

kitchen

[imaginex]

[Sakura's here for the tea, maybe a bit of solitude, but whatever her mood, she can't help but pause at the smell of fresh cookies.]

Baking, QQ-san?

[ossifragant]

[He shakes his head.]

They were young, but it still seemed foolish. It's barely been a month.

[barehands]

[Compared to previous weeks, when Rose arrives at the meeting a while later than everyone else, she doesn't make an effort to talk to many people. She hadn't left her room in time to help make food, and when she arrives, she seems uncharacteristically closed off. She doesn't eat or contribute much to the discussion. Of course, if someone approaches her or speaks to her, she'll acknowledge them.

After the meeting ends, she heads to the library. It's a painful reminder of what happened on Thursday night, but really, she wouldn't be able to stop thinking of that wherever she went. She has a book in her hands, but she doesn't seem to be paying it much attention; she keeps pausing to look up at the ceiling or gaze at the floor with a frown.]

[armamenta]

You can't trust anyone in a place like this. That should've been common sense.

[And something about that is bugging him, but he dismisses it.]