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unknownseas2021-03-20 06:56 pm
cethflayn) wrote in unknownseas2021-03-20 06:56 pm
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Receive them into a twinkling star
[When the remainder of the passengers returns to the ship, Flayn steals away to read what Constantine gave her upon their parting. She reads it, and cannot find it in her heart to burn it.
Well. With the rest of the letters from the dead it goes. They'll all be on her person, now, which is the safest place she can think to keep such precious words.
Quietly, privately, Flayn comes to Lelouch to ask for his assistance, and soon enough pieces of paper with Flayn's lovely handwriting find themselves slipped under your door.
Please come to the Pub on the seventh floor this evening, so we may not spend this dark night alone.
-Flayn
Cethleann
No more hiding.
Between Lelouch actually knowing how to cook, and Flayn being a doggedly determined young lady, the pub is much more hospitable when you arrive. There are homemade snacks as well as...McDonald's milkshakes and apple pies? And all manner of sweets brought over from the various floors of the ship, as if in Jasper's honor. Lengths of relatively subdued fabric have been cut from bolts in the crafts room and laid out over the tables and bar, and there are even some various liquors put out if you feel like getting absolutely wasted. We're all kind of fucking sad at the moment, it's fine. It's fine. Just eat before you imbibe, please.]
Well. With the rest of the letters from the dead it goes. They'll all be on her person, now, which is the safest place she can think to keep such precious words.
Quietly, privately, Flayn comes to Lelouch to ask for his assistance, and soon enough pieces of paper with Flayn's lovely handwriting find themselves slipped under your door.
Please come to the Pub on the seventh floor this evening, so we may not spend this dark night alone.
-
Cethleann
No more hiding.
Between Lelouch actually knowing how to cook, and Flayn being a doggedly determined young lady, the pub is much more hospitable when you arrive. There are homemade snacks as well as...McDonald's milkshakes and apple pies? And all manner of sweets brought over from the various floors of the ship, as if in Jasper's honor. Lengths of relatively subdued fabric have been cut from bolts in the crafts room and laid out over the tables and bar, and there are even some various liquors put out if you feel like getting absolutely wasted. We're all kind of fucking sad at the moment, it's fine. It's fine. Just eat before you imbibe, please.]
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Exactly! If I were going to try and kill everyone, it would've been in that sweet spot around, oh, week four or five. Earlier, there's not enough set in stone on how the trials work -- later, we'd lost so many people that it'd just be obvious I did it.
And now? Not a chance. Repulsive as it is, we might as well be starting a drum circle.
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You really were quite thorough with your plans! Not that I'm surprised, if I'd had any intention of killing from the start, that's when I would have acted as well.
You're right, though! At this point we really do have to stick together to see this though - though I'm sure the moment you have your magic back you'll be eager to get back home, ja?
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[ The convenient thing about being a villain on a kid’s cartoon is that your nemesis is always going to be doing fun, exciting adventure shit while you’re absent! Scrooge is presumably out of the magic goat dimension at this point and has moved on to greener pastures, like becoming a young man in Florida or being in a two-part, long-anticipated crossover. ]
So, you know, might stick around for a bit. [ ... ] Why, are you not?
[ Eager, that is. ]