[The memory she got back now that that wretched motive has passed seems to have...not gone over very well.
For those wondering where Freyja even went, it turns out she hasn't gone far enough below deck to join the afterparty. She's taken all the batting and fabric she was cutting up yesterday and jammed it into one of her vending machine "prizes" with all the unholy determination of someone that may or may not be determined to make a humanshaped effigy she could recreate the end of Midsommar with if she so chose; once she has a suitable personlike thing, she can be found in the party zone with it, where there's a lot of space to move around and even more space in which you can avoid her, and...
Well, that is how it came to be that Freyja is in here beating the unholy shit out of a blobfish kigurumi with one of those heavy maces from the machine. It's bleeding batting and fabric scraps everywhere, after a lengthy battle she's managed to beat it into submission down onto the floor where she's sitting on its rapidly deflating chest, and she's just sort of whaling on its decided lack of a face with reckless abandon.
She noticeably isn't screaming, or making any noise at all for that matter; her expression isn't serene by any means, but her fury today is cold, and there are tears running silently down her face while she does it, and she doesn't seem inclined to stop until that mace is hitting more floor than fabric.
Granted, the anger leaves her eventually, and once it has she's left with very little to show for it; she eventually disappears further down, though she only stops in the lounge long enough to get a bottle of water from somewhere before moving into the next room over, turning the TV on in the teen zone and finding somewhere to curl up, head on her knees and just letting the music wash over her. It's something to clear her head, anyway.]
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For those wondering where Freyja even went, it turns out she hasn't gone far enough below deck to join the afterparty. She's taken all the batting and fabric she was cutting up yesterday and jammed it into one of her vending machine "prizes" with all the unholy determination of someone that may or may not be determined to make a humanshaped effigy she could recreate the end of Midsommar with if she so chose; once she has a suitable personlike thing, she can be found in the party zone with it, where there's a lot of space to move around and even more space in which you can avoid her, and...
Well, that is how it came to be that Freyja is in here beating the unholy shit out of a blobfish kigurumi with one of those heavy maces from the machine. It's bleeding batting and fabric scraps everywhere, after a lengthy battle she's managed to beat it into submission down onto the floor where she's sitting on its rapidly deflating chest, and she's just sort of whaling on its decided lack of a face with reckless abandon.
She noticeably isn't screaming, or making any noise at all for that matter; her expression isn't serene by any means, but her fury today is cold, and there are tears running silently down her face while she does it, and she doesn't seem inclined to stop until that mace is hitting more floor than fabric.
Granted, the anger leaves her eventually, and once it has she's left with very little to show for it; she eventually disappears further down, though she only stops in the lounge long enough to get a bottle of water from somewhere before moving into the next room over, turning the TV on in the teen zone and finding somewhere to curl up, head on her knees and just letting the music wash over her. It's something to clear her head, anyway.]