(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.]

Comments

[dokkalfheimr]

[She doesn't mind, it's fine. ...She'll also set the mace down on the ground and take her hands off it. No one is dying today but the kigurumi.]

Better that sort of thing than on another person, I suppose. Especially in a situation such as this.

[cethflayn]

I agree. [Even if Flayn really likes these kigurumis.] We need not have more death tonight.

[dokkalfheimr]

...If we do, it won't come from me. I'm not upset enough to warrant it.

[Just...let her dab at her eyes a bit.]

Did you recall your tournament?

[cethflayn]

I did.

[Just two small ladies of dubious origin chilling on the floor of a party ballroom.]

My father had insisted it happen in my honor. I had...been recently recovered. From a kidnapping. [A beat.] My Professor won the tournament handily, and I got to eat the Teutates Loach she caught just for me. And everyone had such a good time, their spirits were quite light and lifted.

[She had felt special and loved, and while it did not play some grand role in the tapestry of Fodlan's history, it was special to her. And that was why the Captain thought to take it.]

[dokkalfheimr]

I'm glad to hear it, then. It seems like something that would be comforting in times like these.

[cethflayn]

It would be, I think. Not something held for me, but something to bring a measure of levity to our hearts.

[Absolutely no one here is required to honor or revere her, whether she is known as Flayn the Mysterious Girl or Cethleann the Saint. Living a normal life is all she has ever wanted.]

[dokkalfheimr]

We could all use the levity. Though part of me wonders if that's all we need.

All of this is happening so quickly, with unfortunate revelations and other instances happening overnight. We don't have time to mourn.

[cethflayn]

No, we do not. Even this time we carve out is so fleeting.

[It feels unfair to the dead.]

It would be nice if we had some sort of room to remember them in. A place to make offerings, or pray. It need not be a chapel or anything of its like.

[dokkalfheimr]

Perhaps we could make one. That seems a worthwhile use of our time, at least.

[cethflayn]

Hm...if the pattern of last week holds up, time will reverse, and we shall be able to access a new place when we wake. There might be a room in which we could do so that becomes available to us.

[dokkalfheimr]

Or... Hm.

[...]

I'll try to look into something. Later, when things have calmed down somewhat.

[cethflayn]

Oh?

[Curious!]

If you are able to find the means, do let me know. I would like to help make such a place.

[dokkalfheimr]

Of course. It's just...

[...]

There's currently no one staying in the room next to mine. Carmen and Allenby lived there.

It might be nice to set a memorial for the deceased somewhere like that. Someplace it can be avoided if people choose, but visited if they like, and somewhere that will grant them privacy if they want to be alone or have something to express for no one else to overhear.

[cethflayn]

Oh.

[I mean, on one hand that's a great idea. On the other...ow.]

I am sure they would not mind terribly. It. It is a kind thing to do for all.

[dokkalfheimr]

I'll see if we can get into that room tomorrow.

[......]

Or...whenever we wake up. Last week, I suppose.

[cethflayn]

I see no reason why we ought not call it tomorrow. Even if the date turns back.