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Welp We're Here and That's What Matters

[Perhaps it's tradition by now, he doesn't know. Still, he does send a note to everyone some time after the trial. Simple and to the point:]

Because everything on this ship is awful, I think a drink is needed. Come get some at the bar, it'll do you some good as long as you don't drink too much

Filbo (pawprint)

[Indeed, if you come to the bar you'll find there's one of everything. Filbo seems to have asked literally every drink he knows or has at least heard about, and lined them up from the most mellow to the strongest. There's one of each, so it's limited, take yours before it's gone! Or...ask Jimmy Buffett for more, he's right there.

Should he be encouraging drinking? He's not completely certain, but he had to do something! And this is as good as anything -- not festive because this is no time to be festive, but also social enough to encourage coming.

This will do.]

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[Of course Filbo, as the impromptu host of this alcoholic party, is there. How couldn't he be?

Contrary to what one may expect, he looks pretty cheerful right now. He waves at anyone who comes, inviting them to take a drink and join him if they want. Hi!]

I'm not gonna say something sappy because that's not how some of us work? But it's us against the Captain and that's not gonna change, so if there's anything I can do to help carry on until the time to strike at him comes, just tell me. I'll do what I can.

[Still no blood pacts, though, that's not great, Magica.

Still...judging by the glass of hard whisky he set aside for himself, he's hurting, that's for certain. Obviously. But in the end he wants to be here for everyone because he means what he said to Freyja, that they all had everybody else to rely on, so he's going to do what he can to get some unity even if it is to form a mob against Jack to tear the stupid mask off his face one day. At this point he can't care less what happens to him. Thanks, Jack, he really has sunken low in some morale standards, you're so not a pal.

But hey, Filbo won't end facedown in aggressive banana pose in the lazy river from drinking the whisky unlike someone he won't mention, so at least there's that!]

[While there was--at first--someone missing from the gathering, there was also a song coming from the piano lounge. Within it was the Miracle Worker sitting at the piano, gloved hands moving over the keys in motions practiced long ago and yet still remembered. Despite the stiffness of his shoulders and the harsh insistence to his movements...ultimately, the melody was a hopeful one.]

[Propped up where sheet music would have been was instead his own device, the photo from his own motive left open.]

[But he wasn't there forever. After some time to collect himself, the teenager in the purple suit came to the bar a good deal calmer--still wearing the eyepatch embroidered with the symbol of the Black Knights, but otherwise lacking something of the cold indifference of Zero.]

[Just for now, maybe he really could try being no more or less than what was behind however many masks he chose to wear.]

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[That was a lot. If he's being perfectly honest with himself, he's not sure how he feels - or if he's even feeling anything at all, at this point. But there's something he wants to see to first, so he heads to room 9. You can find him in there sitting on the floor and reading the letter Freyja left for him, or you can find him cleaning up the room - tidying up the beds and making sure everything's neat and presentable, just as Freyja requested in her journal (which he definitely read). He's going to go through Freyja's things as well, mostly just to make sure there's nothing personal left out but also... well, also just because it gives him something to do, and maybe he'll leave out anything that seems fitting to remember her by.

After all, the dead don't have to live with the consequences of their passing. Like it or not, she doesn't get a say in whether she's going to be remembered, so that's exactly what he'll do.

At some point when Magica isn't in, he'll swing by and grab Plumeria's letter as well, but otherwise you can find him in the bar. He's not cheerful today, but he's not openly upset either. Instead, he seems to be working on notes of some sort, with that purple key sitting out next to him. If you happen to come on in, he'll wave you over.]

I'm trying to make sure we have everything we've found written down so we don't forget anything. What have you found here that could be useful?

[He's assuming you've been investigating, anyway!!]

[Seteth would never allow Flayn to touch a drop of hard liquor. Doesn't mean she's ignorant of what it is, though. And, like...really. Today...has been garbage. Just utter garbage.

She goes to the ice cream parlor first, grabbing the biggest bowl she can find and just. Filling that sucker up with the fancy ice creams. She brings it down to the party with her and...gives it to Filbo.]

This is for you, if you have need of it. I did not put any of the "froyo" inside.

[Is it a thank you for making the afterparty? An acknowledgement of Filbo's internal pain now that Freyja is gone? Why not both!

After that, Flayn gets a pitcher of orange juice from the Jimmy Buffet to add some to a half-full glass of white wine to sip, responsibly, with a plate of breakfast food. Hey, if she's going to be the baby-faced nonhuman who drinks while contemplating death, she's going to do it while preventing a massive hangover. You're welcome to join her, but do note that Flayn will only have one glass of the wine and juice mix. After that's gone, it's just juice for her.

At some point she will slip away from the party, though - to go to the top deck gazebo and watch the sky change from day to night. She's got Emily and Jimmy Bear with her, and it seems she found Emily's brush and other outfit in Sara's room, because she's taking the time to braid the doll's hair, and is...talking to her?]

- Will not ever know why she felt so certain that mortals would treat her cruelly. But perhaps she was changing her mind, if she was willing to take such a risk to make her perfect future come to pass, and it truly had all of us...

[Emily is a good listener.]

[Well, some of us can't actually get drunk, so...there's that.

Data will put in an appearance regardless, but not immediately. His first stop is the buffet, to give Spot and Parker their dinners. It's an unpleasant necessity, locking them in his room all day when there's trials, but he can't really see a way around it. No good could possibly come of bringing them into the courtroom. The sight of him doling out pieces of chopped-up seafood while yelling cats swarm his ankles is pretty standard by now - jail for Data, jail for one thousand years.

After the children have been sated, he'll bring them both into the bar along with him. He and Filbo have spoken about how animals can be therapeutic, after all. Feel free to partake in therapy cats if you'd like - Parker doubtless knows most of you well enough by now to partake in petting, and Spot is curled up mostly asleep in Data's lap, so what's she gonna do about it. Data's just kind of sitting here being a cat bed; not like he can drink, after all, and he doesn't seem inclined to seek out conversation.

Later in the night, when Data would typically be patrolling, he will instead be standing on the top deck, by the railing, looking out over the ocean.]

[Scott's sitting in the bar with a bowl of strawberry slices and eating them, occasionally drinking a margarita. He's not really looking to get drunk, just pleasantly not aware of how much everything sucks. Occasionally, he holds a strawberry slice up for Gideon.]

We're wasting away in Margaritaville, huh? [He laughs at his own joke.] Where is that salt shaker?

[Later on, he can be found on the top deck, by the pool. He's just looking up at the sky and helpfully? Narrating various constellations to Gideon, who seems to be ignoring Scott in favor of taking a nap on his chest.]

[He's definitely seen the hard whisky... But honestly, that's entirely understandable, Filbo. Anyway, Yeager takes a seat nearby with a nod.]

I know you will. And thank you for hosting tonight; I think we all could use something like this right now.

[The reminder that they're not alone, sure, but mostly just the alcohol.]

[Constantine is at the bar, of course--but for once, he's not here to drink. The lack of any sort of glass in his hand is perhaps more startling than if he had one to begin with. He can be found sitting at one of the stools, staring at the peeling wallpaper behind the bar.

He raps his fingers against the bar counter, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. His chin rests on his other hand, and between his fingers, he holds a lit cigarette--though, judging from the amount of ash currently accumulated on the end, he hasn't been focused on it. Perhaps it's not a particularly good idea to smoke in such a confined room, but Constantine doesn't seem to care.

Eventually, the cigarette burns down to the filter, and Constantine seems to realize that he's wasted it. With a sharp grumble, he stubs it out in an empty glass and rubs his face.]

M'not in the mood to drink. Not tonight.

[After loitering in the bar for a few hours, watching people pass in and out, he makes his way to his usual perch out on the top deck. He can be found leaning against the railing, staring down at the ship's wake. He's jotting notes down into a small handheld journal of some sort, occasionally pausing and glancing back up.

It's difficult to tell what he's writing--his handwriting is absolute shit, and most of it seems to be disjointed words in an effort to get his thoughts down, instead of any attempt to make it readable. If approached, he'll stop, shutting the journal and tucking it into his jacket.]

We've got thirteen people left. Judging from the amount of people who've been dying each week, that means, at best, we have six more weeks before Jack runs out of people to pit against each other. At worst, someone gets trigger-happy and half of us get killed in the process, leaving only a few days.

[He pauses, eyes flitting to the dark storm clouds on the horizon.]

Either way, we're running out of time.

[The sound of music draws Constantine to the piano lounge, and it's here that he comes into contact with Zero. He stops, leaning against the doorway and just observing.]

Huh. Where'd you learn to play like that?

[He shifts his stance, crossing his arms.]

You take requests?

[Zaveid doesn't show up right away. He actually first goes to Freyja's room, finds her letter, and... deals with that. He says a prayer in private, but a god just died in front of all of them...

It's a while before he re-emerges to join the rest of the group, but when he does there's a gun at in the holster of his pants. Considering he's doing nothing to hide it, it appears it's not meant to be a threat of any kind.

He can be found at the buffet for a while, drinking. No eating this time, just a lot of alcohol, like last week. The Captain and his damn games...]

How many more weeks are we going to go through this crap before he gets bored and offs all of us at once?

[And as they learned with Chloe, he seems to consider himself off-limits when it comes to killing.

Later, he can be found at the bar where he's... apparently not all that interested in talking, looking serious and forlorn.]

[To Constantine's credit, he hasn't consumed a single drop of alcohol since leaving the trial. When he walks into the bar, Yeager waves him over, and Constantine blinks.]

Nothing terribly exciting. Had a chat with Jack. Gained some...insight as to why our dear captain the way he is.

[He glances down towards the purple key on the counter top, then back towards Yeager.]

What did you find with that blue key the other day, anyways?

I was taught when I was very young. It's been so long that I wondered if I even remembered how.

[Which in itself didn't say a lot, but as far as rogue child soldiers went, might have indicated a few odd things about his upbringing.]

I can make an attempt. What do you want?

[Filbo has standards, and that's what matters!

Lalli doesn't talk at first, but he does slip into a seat near Filbo and sits there for a bit, contemplating all the drinks. He listens to Filbo too, and eventually lets out a 'mmm' in response.He trusts Filbo to do everything he can. Filbo has always been reliable like that.]

Why are you smiling?

[He's not saying it in a mean way, which is a good indication that he's not trying to be hurtful or anything. It's just Lalli being bad at expressing his thoughts again.]

I thought so. Maybe it's hard to believe but of course I know sometimes after a hard day one of these drinks is needed, and since today was one of those days again, it'd be better than anything else right now.

[Of course the number of days at home when Filbo thought he needed a hard drink were very few, but hey, today was once again a bad day. It's not everyday you lose the person you had relied on emotionally so much, as well as two friends more]

[It seems as though Flayn isn't the only one who decided to slip away from the bar and head to the top deck for some fresh air. Constantine hears her voice before he sees her, and as he cranes his neck, he can catch a glimpse of the doll.

He approaches quietly, careful not to startle Flayn. After getting within a few yards, he clears his throat to announce his presence.]

How's Emily doing?

[Because right now, it's easier for him to acknowledge the doll than it is to acknowledge...well, anything else.]

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...I dunno. It's hard to explain.

[Filbo shrugs]

I just...I feel really bad about the loss of Freyja and Plumeria and Decus, but at the same time I feel kinda at peace. Maybe it's because I was able to say goodbye to Freyja. Makes me feel like I can go on despite what happened.

[He still has regrets! But at least he feels like he can carry them]

[Music is a rarity for someone like Lalli, who grew up without regular electricity or most forms of entertainment. As such, it's not something he's particularly attached to. Music can be loud, and that makes it distracting and sometimes painful.

But Lalli will stop and listen today. He doesn't interrupt, but he does stand relatively close the piano as he listens to the music and watches Zero play.

Music isn't something he would normally seek out, but he can listen when someone else is playing.]

[Look at you go, Constantine!!]

It opened up a room in the back; there were some robots inside.

[Unfortunately, that's still ongoing, so that's all the info he's got right now!!]

But that certainly does sound interesting. What did you learn from him?

Oh...! Wow, thanks! You didn't have to do this, but thank you!

[He seems so touched Flayn went out of her way to get him such fancy ice cream]

Something other than hard liquor will do me good, I suppose.

[Lalli is also avoiding the alcohol, though he has some soda in a cup. Andhe's going to sit quietly with Flayn while they both enjoy their respective beverages. Lalli will even be good and not contemplate swiping Flayn's food or anything.]

...it's half now.

[Though he's still terrible at coming up with good topics of conversation.

[Lalli is obligated to bring Kissa to cat playtime. Kissa is a playful cat, after all, and is quick to chase after Parker and bat at him a bit. Lalli, meanwhile, will sit with Data.]

Does she always sleep like that?

[If he noticed Lalli (and he did), he didn't say anything. There wasn't much he could think to say at the moment, anyway. Better to just keep his mouth shut for once and refocus himself after that calamity of a trial. Deep breaths, focus on the simple motion of his own hands and let the song continue for a while longer.]

I don't find that hard to believe at all. Dahngrest is known for its taverns, so it's quite a common sentiment where I'm from!

[You drink for everything in the guilds. Celebrating? Mourning? Just because today sucks? Drinking's the way to go.]

Today was very difficult, but you did an excellent job. Thank you, Filbo.

[He knows it was difficult. Having to accuse someone you care for so much and holding an important piece of information like that... Honestly, he can't really imagine what it was like. But Filbo's keeping his head up, and that's important.]

...I don't know. But I'm planning on outlasting him as long as I can. Maybe we win, and maybe we don't--that's kind of a new perspective for me to take, actually. But even if we lose, we can hardly just take defeat as a foregone conclusion now.

[Constantine is staring dully at the wallpaper when Scott speaks. He snaps back to attention, glancing over to Scott and giving him a look.]

Maybe you oughta ask Mr. Buffett about it, huh?

[He inclines his head towards Animatronic Jimmy Buffett.]

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