(too late) you're at the party

[scouserer]

[Well, it's safe to say that trial fucking sucked. Therefore, some sort of afterparty is in order. Constantine is admittedly not good at throwing parties without some sort of liquor or other drug involved, but that's where Data and Sylvando guide him.

First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]

meet at the lounge
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.

A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.

But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]

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[dokkalfheimr]

[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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[paucipan]

[...Holy shit, Lady Freyja.

There's no questioning just what her mental state is, when Plumeria comes by; Lady Freyja is pissed, and Plumeria can't blame her. She doesn't know the extent to which that memory messed with her lady, but if it's this bad...then it's definitely thrown her. For a little bit, Plumeria leaves and goes elsewhere, to let her lady vent in peace, but...

Well, she'll be back eventually; probably by the time Lady Freyja is hitting more floor than fabric. She's stolen a little bit of food from the afterparty, along with some tea; she doesn't know if eating anything might help Lady Freyja out, but...]

...Lady Freyja. May I join you, for a moment?

[Plumeria's not sure if her lady would be amendable, but she doesn't want to leave her alone. That much is a fact.]

[dokkalfheimr]

[She's just kind of sitting on the floor at this point, still pinning the stupid thing down like that means anything, like that'll keep it from escaping, and it's like everyone pinning down Allenby isn't it, it's just like- ]

Of course, Plumeria.

[Her words are thin but they're tight. Tense.]

Do as you like.

[paucipan]

Yes, Lady Freyja.

[Plumeria doesn't say anything, and walks a little closer. Kneels down, respectfully, to sit with her Lady. Freyja might hear the slight clatter of a plate and cup as they're set on the ground, off to the side for a moment.

This is striking her familiarly, in a way. It really is like the frenzy they just endured, everything chaos around them as Allenby attacked...]

...Do you want to talk about anything? Or...perhaps I could grab something from my room for you, should you need something further to take your anger out on.

[Plumeria's never been particularly good at this sort of thing. She's a glorified attack dog, not a therapist, but...she wants to be there for her lady, dammit.]

[dokkalfheimr]

No... Just stay for now.

[She doesn't look over; it just... It takes her a moment to try to find something to say.]

Thank you. For your protection during the incident.

[It's something that's expected of Plumeria. Something that, by extension, she isn't required to thank her for. She wants to say it anyway.]

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[hypnowhip]

[Sylvando barely saw Freyja at the gathering, and that really worries him. Once it's died down a bit, he goes looking for her. He remembers her saying she liked to sit and listen to music in the teen zone like he does, so he eventually winds up there...

...ah.]

Lady Freyja? [His voice is quiet and gentle.] May I... May I join you?

[If she doesn't him to, that's okay. But he's not going to just leave her be without checking in on her.]

[dokkalfheimr]

[She isn't asleep, but she very much is zoned out; just watching the lights and colors and sounds go by.

It takes a moment for her to respond; she seems a bit strange when she does. Numb, not entirely present.]

...Yes, of course. Do what pleases you.

[hypnowhip]

[There is unfortunately nothing pleasant about this. But Freyja is right that joining her does make him feel a bit better about the situation... Seeing her in this state really concerns him, and he doesn't want her to be alone like this.

So he takes a seat beside her, and gingerly raises a hand toward her.]

May I embrace you?

[dokkalfheimr]

[...Oh. That's...

She sort of stares for a long moment at that, like she's not sure what the right answer is; she isn't even sure there is a right answer. But the moment passes, and she nods, and she'll shift a bit where she's sitting to make that easier to do.]

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[scythegun]

[Yeager actually planned on approaching Freyja earlier, but... well, it looked like she needed the catharsis of beating up something and he certainly wasn't going to interrupt that. So it's later when he runs across her, and after a moment of watching from the doorway, he comes in.]

Is it alright if I join you?

Re: teen zone

[dokkalfheimr]

[Sometimes you need to just be in the company of something that won't care if you hurt it. Or kill it, in this case.

As it is, she seems a bit out of it; it takes her a moment to look over.]

Do as you please.

[scythegun]

[He nods at that and moves to take a seat. Nearby, but not too close. Music videos would normally be a nice distraction, but he's not really the sort of person to simply sit with her; Plumeria or Chloe would likely be better candidates for that sort of thing.]

I wanted to thank you for earlier this week.

[It's quiet, and he doesn't look away from the TV, though he doesn't seem to really be paying attention to it either.]

If there's anything I can do for you in return, you'll let me know, ja?

[Maybe not right now, but at some point.]

[dokkalfheimr]

[Oh...

This is touching, really, and would probably be more so if it weren't for the fact that it's probably happening to a backdrop of Whitney Houston and her really fabulous hairdo.]

Of course, Yeager. I...wanted to help.

[She isn't sure how else to explain that.]

You remembered what you were missing. Did it answer whatever was troubling you?

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[ltcommandroid]

[Well, that's certainly happening! Data stands in the doorway, his arms full of Vaporean, and watches Freyja destroy the weird mannequin for a moment or two. But eventually, he does feel the urge to speak up.]

Freyja?

[dokkalfheimr]

[She pauses, her body tensing all at once as though she'd been startled, though she doesn't put the weapon down; her grip tightens on it for a moment before she finally at least lowers it a bit from where she'd been having at it.]

Data.

[Her words are about as tight as the rest of her.]

Did... Did you need something?

[ltcommandroid]

I did not. I only wanted to see how you were doing.

[clearly, not. great.]

You have seemed upset today.

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[cethflayn]

[...

You know what? That's valid.

Flayn watches for like fifteen seconds, leaves, and comes back with tissues. A lot of tissues. And she waits until Freyja is done beating the devil out of that kigurumi.]

...These are for you.

[You're crying. It's probably no fun to wipe your eyes on your clothes, so. Tissues.]

[dokkalfheimr]

[Oh. ...Oh god, Flayn, how long have you been standing there, give her a moment to at least pretend to look like she wasn't just killing the shit out of this thing and

tissues

would definitely help.]

...Thank you, Flayn, I... My apologies, for all of that.

[cethflayn]

It is alright. I am not unused to such things.

[Anger and frustration and beating the stuffing out of something is par for the course in Fire Emblem, it's fine. Please take these tissues and don't mind that Flayn will sit down nearby on the ground.]

When the Monastery I lived in acted as an academy, some of my peers took to venting their frustrations in a similar fashion. There is nothing to be ashamed of.

party zone

[scouserer]

[Constantine hears the noise of the mace thudding against the floor before he sees Frejya. When he turns the corner and spots her wailing on the kigirumi, he stands silently, observing. Perhaps a little apprehensive to interrupt her in this state.

When she eventually does slow, however, he makes his presence known. Constantine shoves his hands into his pockets, his head cocked to the side.]

I'd ask if you were doing alright, but I feel that'd be a stupid question.

[And yet, here he is saying it anyways.]

[dokkalfheimr]

[She will, at least, do him the courtesy of setting the mace on the ground and taking both of her hands off of it before she turns to face him, though she still isn't getting off the ground.]

...You're welcome to ask regardless, but the answer is likely what you expect it to be.

[scouserer]

[Hmph.]

If you want my advice, the next time you have a mind to beat something to death, take a stack of plates and shatter 'em. Lot more satisfying than something soft and...squishy.

[He gestures vaguely towards the flattened kigirumi on the ground. Somehow, it looks more like a blobfish now than it did before.]

Though, all I'm looking forward to right now is punching the Captain in his stupid, smug face.

teen zone

[hellahighwater]

[ It strikes Chloe while she's clearing her head, drawing her portraits, that she hadn't seen Freyja at the lounge. She...continues to not see Freyja, when she goes to look for her.

Out of all the places she finds her, she doesn't really expect it to be this one. That's why she doesn't find her until quite late in the night. Like this...she looks so worn down. ]

Hey, uh...Freyja...? Um. Lady Freyja?

[ It feels weird to say, but...she'd requested Chloe call her that. So, she will, even if she forgets sometimes. ]

[dokkalfheimr]

[Freyja will look over eventually, though it seems to take her a moment to focus; she doesn't seem bothered by the company, just...tired.]

Chloe, good evening. [She shifts a bit, like she's considering getting up.] Did you need something, or...?

[hellahighwater]

[ Chloe shakes her head, crossing the distance between them. Ah... Chloe...starts to realize how weird it is, that she utterly trashed this place on Tuesday but now it's...like nothing's wrong.

...That's a weird thing for later! ]

Nah, don't— I was just looking for you, actually.