John Constantine (
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(too late) you're at the party
[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.]
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:]
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.]
Parker playing with paper!
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[She just. Sits next to Data, looking forlorn at the Vaporeon.]
Do you think he will be alright?
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[Humans are...a little easier to understand. Flayn has known how they emote and act and think (and her own thoughts and actions are pretty much identical) all her life. A Pokemon, though? It's totally different.]
My heart aches for him. Surely he understands something has changed, and yet...
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[Data says, in agreement.]
I suppose all we can do for now is keep him safe and well. Perhaps when this is over, I can find family or friends of Adeline's to look after him.
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[Data, what are they going to do with the other Pokemon?]
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[oh dear]
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[Five at most, because Pokemon.]
They come in those spheres, yes? We should be on the lookout for them.
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[.....]
It might be best for them, emotionally, to be kept together. But I may not be able to care for a great many alone. [Like, he only has so much space, and Constantine doesn't even totally know that they have a Vaporeon living in their room now]
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[She's quiet for a little while.]
...I am also sorry...I could not help in the fight. Without access to my magic, I am not very strong.
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I am not under the illusion that death will not happen again, but. Do you think another fight could happen in that room?
[Data what if eventually everyone who can do a fight is dead and it's just Flayn, Lorna, and Filbo freaking out while someone else goes on a rampage in the courtroom]
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Ought we all try to be prepared, then? Just in case of something. I would not want those of us who cannot fight back to come to harm if I could help it in any way.
[She really has Lorna and Filbo in mind, mainly.]