Funeral Service for Adaman and Hodaka Morishima

[giddyundertaker]

[ An hour or two after the first trial's end, Hild and the Undertaker set out to invite as many people as possible to the Restaurant for the funerals of our dearly departed friends.

Why the restaurant of all places? Because there aren't enough chairs and tables elsewhere.

Indeed, some of the tables have been moved against the wall to make room for the seats. The chairs have been set up in four rows of six, like an improvised theater or a church. To the side, a small buffet has been set up courtesy of Obi, Mafuyu, and Hild. As for the main event? Two tables have been set up and decorated in black fabric and white flowers. In lieu of a live viewing, two drawings referenced from the profiles have been set up in the center of funeral wreaths... They're not the best, due to the artist's handicaps, but it does look like Adaman and Hodaka at least.]

Comments

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan is silent on the way back to the hotel. He doesn’t respond to anyone’s words or actions. Instead, he looks distantly at the ground, spacing out the whole time.

When they finally arrive, Jonathan tears away from everyone else and sprints to the elevator, slamming the buttons and running off to his room and locks himself in before anyone can stop him.

Jonathan does not attend the memorial.

He only emerges late that night, around 4 am, after he makes sure that Suite 1 is completely empty of anyone in the living area. Jonathan silently makes his way to the garden to see the memorials, just staring at them both for several long minutes.

Before he collapses to the floor, sobbing hysterically.]

Closed to Forrest

[hotpaprika]

[Between Jonathan hiding in his room and going to the garden, he writes a letter, which he places at Forrest's bedroom door.]

Dear Forrest,

I wanted to formally apologize for my repulsive behavior today. I had said things that I regret and I am sorry for letting my emotions get the better of me. I am writing to you so you can deal with it how you want to. You may dispose of it or not, I will understand either way.

I wanted to particularly apologize about the statement of you abandoning me. I unfortunately had experience with trusting people and them turning around to stab me in the back, but I should not have taken it out on you. It was a horrid thing for me to say and I deeply regret it.

I am deeply sorry about your own hostage situation as well. I did not mean to disregard it the way I did. I should have found solidarity in the pain we have both experienced. We have both suffered and I did not mean to act like I only cared about myself.

You do not have to forgive me. I will not judge you if you think me a monster. But I did not want to die with such things unsaid.

Yours,
Jonathan Harker

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy has barged his way into the suite and has a pack of melting ice cubes sealed in layer of plastic bags. He bangs on Jonathan's door repeatedly.]

Open up, ya ding-dong!

All of this ice is gonna melt, and then it'll look like somebody pissed all over the floor!

Give me a chance to explain myself, why don'tcha? God!

The Garden

[giddyundertaker]

[ Alas, the only memorial in the garden at that hour are the funeral wreaths with the pictures in them. The Undertaker wasn't able to retrieve the bodies before Eleanor and Fontaine had everything cleaned up, and there currently aren't any materials for a proper headstone. So these will have to do until he can get a hold of something better.

As for the man himself... Well. It seems he had some trouble sleeping and slipped out in the middle of the night. He decides to visit the gardens on a whim, thinking he would be alone with his thoughts.

Instead, there is a sobbing Jonathan.

The Undertaker dares not make a sound as he approaches. He doesn't even try to scare him. He just stands nearby, allowing the poor man to grieve. ]

garden

[buriedstar]

[ Unfortunately Seo Dawon keeps a very wonky sleep schedule, or something like that. Why else is he up at 4am? He's drawn to the garden because of thee sobs, relatively silent in his approach. ]

Oh, are you trying to prove your usefulness by watering the plants?

garden

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda comes just in time to see Jonathan collapse in a heap of hysterical sobs.

She looks over her shoulder once, then twice, making sure there aren’t any tiny eyes to see such a sight. Then, with what can only be described as a mournful wail, she falls to her knees beside him.

Lady Blackhawk lets her mask slip. She lets her grief spill out.]

Garden

[kninja]

[Doing pretty much anything at 4 AM is like shining the Bat Signal for Obi. He sees Jonathan exit the hotel from his rooftop perch, and when he takes his time returning, Obi swiftly and quietly vaults down. His footsteps when he finds Jonathan in the garden are likewise soundless, but his long, slow breath out isn't.

As friendly as Obi is and as casually physical as he can be, affectionate gestures don't come naturally to him. All he can think to do is deliberately scrape his foot along the path to announce his presence and come to crouch next to Jonathan, uncharacteristically somber.]

EULOGIES

[giddyundertaker]

[ The Undertaker stands in front of the setup, looking more serious than usual. He delivers the opening remarks in a solemn tone. ]

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have gathered here tonight in the wake of great tragedy to mourn the loss of Hodaka Morishima and... Mister Adaman. A gentle boy, and a fearless leader. Two young souls who driven to an early end. I regret not having known them personally or having enough time or resources to care for them properly, but we ought to be allowed to mourn them all the same.

Now, If anyone wishes to say something about the desceased, please come up and do so now.

[onemillion]

[Rossiu is silent on the ride back. Aside from the way his hands are trembling and a stormy expression, he seems mostly composed. He doesn't waste any time returning to Adaman's room to find Leafeon. What was it Hodaka had said about taking care of a pet...?

"It's nice. I'd recommend trying it. Taking care of something... It can be nice."

...Right. Taking care of something instead of focusing on himself sounds like a good idea. Leafeon needs help too, and Rossiu can at least try to provide that.

For the time being, he focuses on telling Leafeon what transpired and taking one (1) very sad fox to go get food. Thanks to one of Adaman's letters, he at least knows what to feed Leafeon!! You can find them in the restaurant near the back having taken some chairs that weren't used for the memorial service, where Leafeon is sitting in a chair and nibbling on the snacks Rossiu has picked out for him. Rossiu himself looks up when you approach.]

How are you holding up?

[Or, if you're someone Adaman has left a letter for:] Here, Adaman left this for you. [Take your incredibly upsetting deadletter!! Rossiu has not read it, don't worry.

While he won't participate in the memorial service properly, Rossiu and Leafeon will remain for some time, watching the others. Rossiu seems to have settled a bit, though the result is that he's just sort of blank... Well, it's fine, surely.

Eventually, Rossiu finds himself back in Adaman's room. At first he starts cleaning up almost mechanically, as if there's really any point in that. It's something to do with his hands and it feels better to leave the place in somewhat decent shape. Leafeon really did a number on this place so it isn't as though he's going to be able to fix everything up, but he does his best. If you come by now, you're welcome to help?? Maybe don't try to loot the place while he's here.

If you swing by later... you'll find Rossiu is still in here, but this time kneeling before the window, hands clasped in prayer. It's been seven years since he last prayed to anyone, but it only seems appropriate now. You might catch him specifically praying to Almighty Sinnoh, or maybe he'll notice your presence before that.]

...Ah. My apologies, I was just... saying a word for the departed.

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy, who is now Making Himself "Comfortable" in Suite 4, is waltzing around in his underwear with a slightly tousled pompadour. He leans against Adaman's doorway while Rossiu cleans.]

Today was such a bummer! Would've preferred a sweet collection of bum-bums to that, butt, eugh.

Do you need any help sortin' his things?

Adaman’s room

[sixthnonsense]

[The whole…after party deal sat weirdly with Hagakure, so he mostly hung out in his room to decompress for a while. Eventually though, he thinks about Leafeon and wonders how the poor Pokémon is doing, so he stops by Adaman’s room. Only he finds Rossiu too.

He hears the prayer to Sinnoh before he clears his throat so he’s not eavesdropping any further.]

Hey, Ross? D’you…mind if I join you in that?

restaurant

[inaclearing]

Oh...

[Brett seems a little out of it, and also a little surprised to be approached. Still, he reaches out to take the letter.]

Thank you. [He looks at it for a moment, then puts it in his pocket without opening it.] He left letters?

restaurant

[specialyellthing]

I’m used to grievin fallen heroes. And sometimes, they’re kids.

Doesn’t make it any easier. Specially when… there wasn’t really a purpose, this time.

[allatonce]

[Joy takes the letter almost mechanically and looks down at it for a moment before decidedly not opening it.]

You know, I've never looked at a murder and wished I had done it before but... this is only going to get worse, huh?

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest goes to the garden.

That isn't entirely accurate, granted; the first thing he does is return to his room - to stuff his blood-soaked dress down the tube to be returned tomorrow, and to take a shower because there's blood on him too and in the end he emerges from his room dressed in that black suit and tie that he's been provided. …He takes a moment to write a letter back to Jonathan. And then - only then - does he go to the garden.

He doesn't attend the memorial service proper; he's used to being alone for important moments. Why would it be any different now?

He gathers some flowers in his hands and makes his way over to that small pond, kneeling in front of it and setting to making a pair of wreaths, his hands light and his touch gentle. And then he sets them afloat on the water, and he brings his hands together over his chest.

He remains that way for an unnaturally long time; anyone approaching him for whatever reason might be able to hear what he's doing.]

And so, Almighty Sinnoh, I offer this prayer unto you
Seeking comfort and peace for your loyal servant, Adaman
And even though his time with us may now be over
I ask that you assist us in making the most of the time we have left
That those of us who were left behind may carry with us his memory
As well as the lessons taught to us by his unyielding spirit
May you watch over us, as you watched over him
And may all things happen as you will it, at the time you deem it necessary
As such I deliver him unto you
Surely with sorrow,
But also with the knowledge that he has found solace in you.

[He's... He's doing his best. The most he can really hope for is that Almighty Sinnoh accepts it.

He'll slip back into the restaurant after the eulogies have been said and done; he wouldn't have known what to say, anyway. So he can be found there, noticeably not eating anything, just sort of...off in his head for now.]

restaurant

[buriedstar]

[ Seo Dawon attended the eulogies, though he seems to have hung around as the crown starts to thin. ]

I'd ask how you're doing, but I think the first question I should be asking is 'have you eaten?'

[howveryglib]

[Gaius helps to set up the memorial, and he does stick around for some eulogies, but it's... not particularly long before he leaves to go outside. As "outside" as he can go, anyway. He can certainly do speeches, but he's not good at emotions especially when he's pretty deep in his own feelings, so he'd rather be out in the... "fresh" air.

Of course, the only place where that feels like... a thing is the garden, which feels kind of. hm. Well. Given that the stakes have been made obvious, it's hard to tell if they will discourage other attempts and the garden will be the only place someone dies or if the whole place will end up metaphorically stained with blood. He hopes it's the former. He wants to lead the other captives to the former.

But as he takes a seat and pours himself some Malort 'neath dark waters and looks up at the ceiling, he kind of gets the feeling it'll be the latter.]

[onemillion]

[Rossiu would rather avoid the garden, but he has a letter to deliver and... well, Gaius isn't anywhere else. So here he is, letter in hand, trying very hard not to look in the direction of the pond.]

Gaius. I apologize for the interruption.

[But clearly he's not sorry enough to not interrupt. Hi, good evening, how's it going other than "poorly".]

[inaclearing]

[Immediately after the trial, Brett disappears entirely into his room! There's no sound from inside; no telling what's going on in there.

It takes long enough for the invitation to be shoved beneath his door that he does, in fact, make an appearance at the funeral. He's changed clothes, from the tie-dye shirt and ratty jeans he's been wearing all day into the suit and tie that were provided for him. Even with so few clothes, this is the first time he's worn any piece of this outfit. He stands in a corner, picking dutifully at some water and a little bit of food. He does know that you have to go on eating and drinking.

He looks totally fine, if a bit withdrawn. You'd have to look very closely to catch the slight bit of red still remaining around the rims of his eyes.

He sticks around for a while. Maybe he talks to some people who seem upset. He's good at talking to people. But funerals...Brett is not good at funerals. The whole setup just fills his head with snow - puts him somewhere else. After he figures it's been a respectable amount of time, he leaves without a word of farewell to anyone, fleeing once more back to his room.

Only once it's quite late does he re-emerge. Just to go to the restaurant. His meager efforts at the funeral weren't really a proper meal. He's hungry, but he also doesn't really want to eat; he sits and flips blankly through a menu.]

restaurant

[dullshooter]

[Misfire’s just been…wandering. It’s a wandering kind of night. He has no reason to be at the restaurant, but it’s at least a different room.

And hey, his suitemate’s there. Misery loves company.]

Hey, loser. [He leans over his shoulder, studying the menu.] I could be wrong, but I don’t think staring at it is how it works.

[dullshooter]

[Misfire is neither a guy who goes to wakes, nor the kind of guy you want at a wake. This isn’t the first time he’s someone he cares about die and it’s not going to be the last. For this reason he mostly avoids the afterparty, aside from popping in to provide some (surely welcomed) annoyance, and spends the most of it sat on the floor of the lobby idly shooting the nerf gun at…whatever, really.]

[fuckingguy]

[ Misfire hits Nandor pretty much dead in the chest with the nerf gun! He looks down at the site of the vicious attack and just kind of shrugs. ]

Misfire, good evening. I would like to ask a question of you.

[fuckingguy]

[ The last time Nandor went to a formalized funeral that wasn't in his own yard, he instantaneously went up in flames in the pews. This funeral isn't painful at all, physically, and it's certainly not as emotionally loaded. Humans die. Historically, humans die because of him, for various reasons, a lot. This was just two 12 year olds (or something) he knew for two weeks, neither all too well, being as mortal as all the rest of them. Paying his respects is merely part of being one with the group and basic decorum; Nandor should not, and surely doesn't, give a single shit about any of it beyond that. He still doesn't feel great about something, though! It's probably because he had a diurnal schedule today and got his identity and implied weaknesses put on blast to the rest of the group. Also, he usually has this one tall hat he wears to funerals, and it feels a bit wrong not to have it on now?

At any rate! He shows up to the restaurant only slightly late, where he (no shit) eats and drinks nothing, sits around looking tired and pensive, and occasionally makes a little comment like "more tasteful than I expected." Mostly, though, if you approach him, he's going to assume it's to talk about the elephant in the room, which is the vampire in this room. Chances are high he scowls, but the bite in his voice is way too worn-down to be intended as actual determent. ]

What do you want to know?

[ Later at night, he's up in the garden, examining the rocks around the pond. It will be like nothing happened, Fontaine said, and already, it is. Is that too quick? He has no idea because he hasn't done a single thing for himself in 11 years!

(The real sign that this might have gotten to him in some minute way: he completely forgets to cash in the vending machine tokens before he goes back to his room.) ]

restaurant, i'm sorry

[bootyhunter]

Soooo! Vampire guy.

[It should be noted that this is asked in the bluntest way possible-]

Have you ever hooked up with a bat?

[daimakaicho]

[ Hild does her piece to make the rest of the boat aware of what was going on, and then largely sticks to the back the rest of the time. She stays for the start of the memorial, but she eventually steps out for the rest of it. In a word, it feels weird being there. But if it helps some of the others, then at least she can be glad that it's doing something.

It seems like something that Bell would do, at least.

Eventually, she finds her space at the pool, her legs in the deep end of the pool and the long train of her dress-thing pulled off to the side. She doesn't particularly seem to be focusing on anything, except a quiet hum of some sort of song that's not able to be placed. When someone comes up, she'll look towards them and nod. ]

Need somewhere quiet, too, I take it? It's been a long day.

[ A very, very long day. ]

[buriedstar]

[ Seo Dawon strolls in, also dressed ill-fitting to be here, but here nonetheless. He smiles at her as usual, though tonight it might be just a bit less bright. ]

More like a change of scenery.

[bootyhunter]

[*Recommended listening for this toplevel!

Dandy will not be present at the memorial.

While everyone else gathers to say their goodbyes to the dead, Dandy avoids the crowd and stops in the empty meeting room, looking lost in a train of his own thoughts. Hodaka had mentioned that the hostages had disappeared, but what of it? Were they sent back home, or simply locked into another prison, far away from the rest of them?

There's also a chance that their presence was a well-crafted, technologically advanced ruse. Each one could have been a hologram, with lifelike motions and quirks simulated from previous data.

He's unused to feeling so very useless and so very sad. If anyone in suite 4 catches him later, he'll be wandering about in his underwear. Sorry to Rossiu and Joy!!! But the babies are dead so um... Maybe it's fine?]

suite 4

[allatonce]

....... Please put on some fucking pants, Dandy.

[She's lying on the couch, Rain curled up on her chest, and sounds incredibly tired.]

panic attack cw

[honeyedtea]

[ Through the trip back to the main structure of New Rapture, Mielle doesn't stir an inch. Perhaps that's not a surprise - the stress of being here, the exhaustion of being so afraid all week and the shock of seeing Hodaka shot dead right before their eyes is a fair bit for a girl with Mielle's constitution to handle.

It isn't until a short while after she's settled in teen girl suite on one of the sofas that she comes back around. It happens gradually, with just a flutter of her eyelids to show for it before she jolts upright, scrabbling at her neck as she sits there, like she needs the reassurance it's still whole and attached to her body. ]

No, no, no–!

[ She sounds frantic – and not fully returned to where they really are.

It's not until much, much later that Mielle shows her face to the others – closer to midnight and probably by the time more than a few people have already headed to bed themselves. She knows full well that she isn't in the right frame of mind to attend any sort of gathering but... she needs to see for herself what kind of funeral they've held.

Though she hasn't eaten a thing all day, Mielle doesn't even glance at the buffet. As if on autopilot, she makes her way to the table where Hodaka and Adaman's portraits sit. She stares at them until her eyes blur and go out of focus and she wonders – just how accurate was her own portrait in the paper, when the news inevitably broke?

She wonders if Aria had bothered to hold a funeral for her, too. ]

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda’s kept a distance, but she’s been watching her like a hawk(ah). She wasn’t worried that she wouldn’t wake up or anything like that, but she had a certain responsibility as one of the adults in the suite.

When Mielle stirs and starts to scramble, she sets a cold glass of water beside her on the table.]

I could make ya a cup of tea if you wanted something warm. Or, I can get ya a blanket.

[sastruga]

[Mafuyu prepares rice, and plenty of it. You'll probably spot her at some point if you're out and about. She's constantly moving to the restaurant, bringing in more rice. While she could certainly just let the automation handle it... well, the restaurant's dishes are on the more elaborate side. The rice she's making is plain and easier on people's stomachs, so she's alright with the running back and forth between here and her suite.

Later, after the funeral, she checks on people individually. So if you're still around or... really, anywhere but your own room, Mafuyu will probably be approaching you at some point.]

...Would you like some water? Or I could make some tea, maybe? It's important to stay hydrated.

Now even more so.

[It's only into the late hours that she visits the garden. She's stopped by the pond, looking... much more quiet, now that she's alone. Truthfully, she doesn't know where else to go right now. There's the memorials, but... it isn't quite a proper funeral service, for many reasons. So, instead, here she is, at the place where Adaman's body was left. Nothing is there now, of course. Like it never happened... huh?

...She puts her hands together and, silently, takes a moment to pray. It probably isn't worth very much, coming from her. But it's all she can do for the departed right now.]

Garden

[kninja]

...Aren't you tired, Little Miss?

[What a surprise. Where there are people out late, there's Obi, materializing from behind like he followed her here, which he did.]

[kninja]

[Obi cooks.

He starts solely for himself. Despite everything, his body tells him it's hungry, and tending to its needs is a minor but welcome distraction from getting stuck in his head. Browsing Suite 2's kitchenette turns up a box of couscous that he turns into something that almost feels like home: spiced meat and vegetables, full and simple and meant to be shared. Then he hears about the memorial, and he just... keeps going.

Flatbread. A kind of lentil soup. The kitchenette is small enough that he can only make one dish at a time, which makes it easy to just stay there and keep his hands busy. He stacks savory pancakes on a plate and brings those down, too. When he sees all Mafuyu's rice, he disappears upstairs one last time and comes down to the service with scrambled eggs and a pot of miso soup.

He doesn't know what to say. This is the only way he can say anything, for those boys--the only memorial he can offer so soon after their deaths.

Later that night, Obi's nowhere to be found--at least, unless you look up. He's finally climbed onto the slanted roof of Helios Suites, holding one of those unsettling black and white stuffed bears (which he threw ahead of him to check for an electric fence) on his lap, staring out into the night.

He can see and hear, and will come down if hailed. It's just not a good night for staying cooped up within walls, imagining the weight of the depths pressing down on them.]

roof

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda squints upwards towards the roof, then falls out once she realizes whose up there—-]

Didn’t think fish could fly!

[chemicalromance]

[As one might assume, Eleanor breaks away from the group, following the trial, and returns to her office at the hotel. There's little fanfare after that.

Which may make it strange to see her outside the restaurant. Standing there, looking altogether imposing... and uncertain. Her gaze plainly set on the improvised funeral within.]

[kninja]

Uh. ...Hi there.

[Obi comes to a standstill holding a plate of flatbreads, looking equally uncertain about her presence here.]