i'll be dreaming of the day we meet again

[innocentloveholic]

[ After she gets Fern patched up, Aligula starts on what might be her Best Party Ever.

...until her next one, anyway. It's no surprise where she's hosting today: it's the dormitory area. Throughout the hours of setting it up, it gets more and more colorful—the doors of the dead (both newly deceased and old) get childish paper cut-out flowers (think the daisy looking ones), while the living get stars. They're all in different colors, with no real discernible pattern! Long strands of ribbon decorate the walls along with more colorful party hat-looking cut-outs, in and out of the little cul-de-sac areas. In the center of the area are blankets laid out with plates of pancakes and trays of tea, stacked on tables made out of books. (There are also parfaits in wine glasses, because of course there are.)

More importantly, there are pillows across the floor of the entire hallway and especially stacked around the center, and in every little room area there's a nice note posted to one of the walls, in Aligula's ever familiar curly handwriting:



Apparently, today's after-party is the slumber party type to even help people who might not want to wander the hallways tonight. ...and look, Luca, she even took your advice. ]

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[passional]

...Do I have to carry you back to your room, Cilan.

[cilantro]

[Okay, now you're getting a look that might almost be considered childish when he opens his eyes again.]

No. I can make it there just fine on my own when I'm ready to leave, thank you.

[Are you sure about that Cilan, like really sure?]

[passional]

I'm not sure about that, to be honest.

[ He's giving Cilan a Look. ]

[cilantro]

I don't think I recall asking what you--[And then he just stops, blinking in a dazed manner for a moment before he groans and puts his face in his hand.]

... Never mind. This flavor has become far too exhausting for me to taste.

[Especially considering that apparently he's too tired to keep himself from being rude to someone who doesn't actually deserve being treated that way, but thankfully not enough to stop caring about doing so.]

[passional]

...Come, let's just get you back to your room, Cilan. Please.

[cilantro]

... I still don't want to go back. Not yet.

[But he's keeping his face in his hands here because he's too tired for keeping his head up at the moment. (Not to mention that Cilan + facepalming has actually been the one true ship of Trustfell this whole time, sorry folks, all of your other ships are not as canon as this one.)]

[passional]

Then I have no choice but to carry you.

[cilantro]

[--Okay he'll look up at that now, giving Inigo a look as if daring him to try it.]

You wouldn't.

[passional]

I would.

[ ...He says, immediately moving to try and pick him up bridal style. ]

[cilantro]

[excuse you what the fuck. you're lucky that Cilan is not really into punching people, but--]

Inigo, unless you want me to kick you, you'll put me back down this instant.

[... Then again, Cilan isn't really a kicking person either, so who knows if that would even work, especially in the position he's been picked up in.]

[passional]

Kick me and I'll drop you.

[ La la la he's heading toward Cilan's room now. ]

[cilantro]

That would be a rather distasteful thing to do to someone who's too tired to walk...

[... Says the guy who a minute ago claimed he could walk under his own steam, but, details!

He's tempted to give a petulant kick anyway, but... then again, he called our bluff when we said we doubted that he would actually carry us, so now we have to wonder, would he actually drop us if we kicked him??]

[passional]

Didn't you just say you could make it to your room on your own?

[ Do you want to find out. Do you really. ]

[cilantro]

[Just for that comment, you are getting a petulant kick in response.

... Or an attempt at one, actually, because Cilan's kick is likely gonna miss. Which, again, probably has to do with his current status and the fact that Cilan doesn't kick people that often.]

[passional]

[ ...Cilan why. The kick misses, but it was a valiant attempt. ]

Don't do that.

[cilantro]

[We could always try elbowing you in the ribs instead, but... it's probably too late to save dignity by now and he's too tired to fight anyway.]

... Fine. I suppose I can trust that you won't let me fall here.

[passional]

Good.

[ So is your room locked, Cilan, because we've reached it now. Does Inigo need the key. ]

[cilantro]

[You're in luck! Cilan has indeed left his door unlocked... though he himself seems to have forgotten that fact as he momentarily pats his chest for a second for the key, before...]

... Oh, wait, I think I left it unlocked in case the Pokemon wanted to turn in before I did. [Speaking of which--] Be careful of where you step when you go inside.

[Just in case there's a Pokemon sleeping on the floor or something, but more likely, it's because Cilan has a lot of vending machine crap that don't fit in the trunk of the bed, including three tumbleweeds for some godforsaken reason.]

[passional]

[ Inigo makes his way inside Cilan's room, and is careful not to step on the Pokémon or any of the useless crap. ]

Are those tumbleweeds.

[ Said in the driest tone possible, because this doesn't surprise him given the weird stuff the machine likes to spit out. ]

[cilantro]

No, they're decorative furnishings that the vending machine is apparently quite fond of gracing me with here.

[aka yes they are tumbleweeds and no he has no idea why he has so many of them either]