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unknownseas2021-02-13 06:30 pm
scouserer) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-13 06:30 pm
(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.]
pool
[ It's more or less exactly what she said when she beaned him in the head with Decus' phone, but. Whatever. He should just be glad she's not hitting him with any of the junk that she's throwing overboard not too far away from the pool. ]
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[An almost fearful tone enters his voice as he speaks. He trails off, perhaps aware that, in his anger, he's been more vulnerable. He clears his throat, his expression hardening.]
Whatever. The moment this man shows his face, I'm gonna bust his fuckin' kneecaps.
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Worrying about the past is a waste of time. All you need to worry about is yourself as you are now, and how you're going to move forward. Dwelling on all that isn't healthy.
[ Says the one who freaked out about her own lost memory, but. Whatever. ]
its fine i got like 209348 notifs from the afterparty anyways
Yeah, yeah, I know that. Easier fucking said than done.
[Especially when you usually have the literal ghosts of your past mistakes haunting you at every step. Here, though--the silence is almost eerie. He pauses, striking a match against the box. It snaps in half between his fingers.]
Is that what you're gonna do?
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Just askin'. Especially after...y'know.
[After she got piled on at the trial.]
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If this some kind of apology, it's not a very good one.
[ Reika let her knife her a little! That's where the bar is set, if he wants to partake! :) ]
I'm probably not going to let that go for awhile, if that's what you mean. I know where I stand with everyone else.
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[He has nothing to apologize for, in his opinion. He'll say sorry when he's actually feeling guilt.]
I wouldn't blame you for being mad. But it's exactly what the Captain wants--for people to argue over stupid shit, slip up, and then die.