but even if the stars and moon collide [afterparty]

[allatonce]

[Well, that sucked!

After about an hour, invitations written in colorful ink appear under everyone's doors.]

Understandable if you're not up to it, but we're having a memorial and "don't wanna be alone" hang-out in the restaurant again.

[The restaurant has very much been decorated with the most rainbow fabric she could find in the department store. Jonathan got roped in, mainly so she could make sure he was doing okay, but also because she assumed that he knew how to put a tablecloth on a table. He seemed like the type, anyway.

After consulting with Undertaker, most of the food that's been set out is more traditional Chinese funeral food than Victorian—you can get a whole roast duck in the restaurant—but she tried for a mix of things. There is fruit, the aforementioned roast duck, and several vegetarian dishes along with potatoes for some reason and... cookies? Okay then.

Joy's trying, because that was way less terrible for her than it was for basically anyone else.

Happy Pride Wrath, New Rapture!]

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[vholran]

[ Well, that was an entire shitshow and a half. Which, you know, the fault of which has belonged to Vholran to a good portion of it, but towards the end, the Lord never displayed any regret for any of his actions. To the point that, actually...instead of going to close himself off from the others like he normally does, he decides to show up over at the afterparty. He did receive an invitation, after all~

Still, Vholran is bad at reaching out, but should someone wish to speak with him, they can find him off in his little corner with some food he has surprisingly taken. Despite, uh...what he has heard of Lord Drakkon's debacle this week. He's either brave, stupid, or just quite frankly too arrogant (you can consider all three if y'all want.)

He will look up regardless with a slight smirk that is admittedly a bit wider for those he happens to "know". ]

What is it? Feeling daring enough to join me?

[ Shortly after, Vholran can be found in the library, with some a book on hand. He never has considered himself an avid reader until now, but it is the best way to pass the time...and even though he ensures his back is never to the door, he doesn't bother looking up to anyone deciding to enter into the room. If someone wants to do any greeting, that will be on them.

Later still, he can be caught the department store, looking bored at the selection. Apparently, Vholran is too picky for what there is to offer but decided if there was something he could put up with (which is a non), and is soon seen leaving the area so he can head to his room. ]

afterparty

[buriedstar]

[ Well this is a surprise. Seo Dawon had intended to seek the other man out, but this saves him the trip. He has a cup of tea in his hand and no food, perhaps with the past few days in mind.

He pulls up a seat with an easy smile. ]

I wouldn't stand you up, Vholran.

library

[onemillion]

[Rossiu doesn't go to the afterparty, because he's way too tired to deal with everyone else right now. Except he completely fails to get any sleep, and eventually decides he's not going to and he may as well pass time in the library as usual.

He's a bit surprised to see Vholran reading, and for a moment he considers whether he should approach or not. Vholran's likely just as done with today as he is, but...]

My apologies for interrupting. There's... something I want to discuss, if you'll allow it.

[It doesn't sound angry or upset; it's a bit hesitant, perhaps, like he's not entirely sure how to approach it.]

Afterparty

[pairtner]

Not really. I'm just going to observe. Surely you have no objections.

['Observe you', pretty much. Aiba is more than capable to feel sympathy for other people, and truthfully she would so rather to spend time with others, but after everything that happened in the trial she figures watching out for him is needed]

afterparty

[daimakaicho]

Not really. I'm actually surprised you're here, to be perfectly honest.

[ Like, clearly he'll be able to handle himself in any kind of altercation, but there's also the option of not dealing with it. ]

Afterparty

[howveryglib]

[…sigh. like. on the one hand he wasn’t wrong, necessarily. on the other hand.]

Are you attempting to start fights now…

afterparty

[sastruga]

[And here's Mafuyu coming over, carrying a book with her. Whenever she splits off from Mielle for like, a minute, which isn't happening too often tonight.]

Oh, Igniseri-san, you're actually here. Mm... I'm a little surprised. I thought you'd be doing the lone wolf thing.

open but also not at the party

[specialyellthing]

[Unfortunately for anyone who may have been looking forward to a big fight—- Zinda Blake does not stick to her word. Instead, she stays in her suite, laying on the sofa in the main area and staring at the ceiling.]

I miss… beer. [And if any of her roomies go to leave, she’ll peek up—-]

Hey! Be safe out there, you hear?

[But for the most part? She just kindof lays around, sulking in her jeans and tye dye and her Blackhawk’s jacket, worn open over the t-shirt. There are no war cry send offs tonight. Just some quiet thinking about what it really means to be The Last Blackhawk.

She thinks about it late into the night.]

[allatonce]

[When Zinda doesn't show up, Joy eventually slips away from the party and knocks on the door to her suite.]

Hey. You good, sis? I can bring you some food, if you want.

[daimakaicho]

[ Later on, Hild will poke into the main living space, crossing into the kitchenette to get a glass of water. She looks over at Zinda, weighing whether she should say anything or not, before settling on the former. ]

You don't have any of that alcohol that's been coming out of the vending machine, have you?

[ Is the Malort nasty? Yes. Is that the point? Absolutely not. It's not beer, but it's something. ]

[fuckingguy]

[ Unfortunately, one stupid little accent is to quiet thinking as oil is to water, and maybe an hour or two after the party invitations are distributed, it pierces whatever calm might happen to exist in this suite. ]

Zinda? [ There is an accompanying rap of knuckles on the door to the outside. ] Hello? Zinda, are you in there?

[ Like, he does sound reasonably tentative when you take into account who it is, but that's just because usually his move would be to actually call out "knock knock knocking!" while knocking on the door. The bar is miles beneath the ocean floor, and Nandor put it there himself! ]

[hellaethics]

[It's a little under an hour after the party invitations are passed out and Zinda is getting a little knock-knock on her door!]

Heeeeey, Zinda? You home?

[sastruga]

[Mafuyu isn't sure she should be approaching Zinda right now, after... everything that trial was. Not that she feels uncomfortable, simply, well.

The Penelope of it all.

She still comes over, though. It doesn't feel right just leaving things be, either.]

...Is there anything I can get you, Blake-san?

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest isn't really sure what to make of this week; what he ends up doing is just autopiloting upstairs so he can shower off and change clothes into something less bloody and more appropriate. Once that's done, though, he finds himself aimless.

So he makes his way to the restaurant, where he just kind of sits there with his hands folded in his lap, looking like he's more than slightly at a loss; despite the fact that he's made no secret of the war back home, he doesn't seem to know what to do with a proper funeral. So he just...sits there, and he's so tense that he seems to be vibrating a little, and he admittedly isn't there for long before he just...leaves.

The one place he can think to go is the pool, because it's not a standard Quiet Spot like the garden is and it's kind of a morbid place to be right now and so people are unlikely to go unless they deliberately want to be there. So that's where he goes, and he sits near the pool's edge and he takes advantage of the momentary solitude to just...cry it out for a while.

He hates himself for doing it, even if he's alone for the time being; he's never been one for big displays like this out in the open.

It's shameful, really.]

Pool

[hotpaprika]

[Quietly, Jonathan sets a mug of fresh herbal tea next to Forrest and sits down next to him. He doesn't say anything. He know no words will help, but... he wants to be there for Forrest, even if he can't do anything.

They may have had their disagreements, but he has suffered far too much, and he did genuinely care for him.]

pool

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy's feet draw him to the pool as well, for many similar reasons- In truth, he doesn't want to burden Joy or Rossiu with his own dreadful, grey emotions, and so unfortunately for the soft-hearted little medic, he is not alone.

Talking to someone who's still alive will help, though.

It's better than thinking about how Obi's body was just floating in there.]

Hey, Champ! Ya might need this.

[Dandy saunters over to the kind young man, offering him a handkerchief from his own pocket.]

Sorry. It's a little damp.

[allatonce]

[Joy can mostly be found at the afterparty sitting at a table sewing. Is she good at it? Not really! But she meant what she said about making a pride flag. She'll make a different one for every damn room if she has to.

This one is a regular rainbow flag, though. Gotta start classic.

Eventually, after a while, she gets tired of that and starts wandering around, going after anyone who looks sad or something and saying:]

Hey. You wanna hear a joke? It helps sometimes.

[Much later, after the afterparty has mostly wound down, Joy can be found in the lobby, holding up her partly constructed flag and eyeing in wall with the profiles. That's the best place for it, right?]

[giddyundertaker]

A joke, you say?

[ Thus she had summoned the Undertaker twice in a single evening. ]

How could I possibly refuse a free laugh?

[giddyundertaker]

[ The Undertaker got himself properly dressed before helping to host the memorial, but with all the colors it seems more like he's helping out on a morbid party. He brought the funeral wreaths back here, the pictures switched out with drawings of Obi and Penelope... Yes, he knows one will be more mourned for than the other, but they shall be honored all the same.

Later on, he can be seen in the garden adding names to the gavestone he made this week in sharpie. Now we have four dead people who will be imortalized here... ]

Hm... [ He gets up, still staring down at his handiwork...

His job is never finished, is it? ]

Closed to Nandor

[ Sometime between the memorial and updating the gravestone, the Undertaker goes off to pay a visit to our resident vampire... ]

Ello, Nandor... You got a moment to speak in private?

[fuckingguy]

[ Nandor is carrying his accumulated vending machine wealth back toward the elevator when the Undertaker finds him. ]

Okay, but quickly, please. Can't you see I am busy with my spears?

[ He's not actively trying to be rude! He's just being rude. ]

short investigation!

[howveryglib]

[Gaius is going to show up to the restaurant for some food, because he hasn't eaten all day and that's Bad. Has anyone eaten all day? He's done that a few times in the past but man, it always feels like shit. You know, on top of everything else. He doesn't really have trouble eating, of course, but... he kind of tries to find a corner instead of being Social because even though it does get easier in some respects, it does not, in fact, truly get easier.

He's not feeling like he's... been good at doing much for morale really... kind of the opposite, considering... everything from before here, along with the fact that four people are dead and someone who was not Penelope did, in fact, try to kill Tommy... so he's going to head to the clinic the second he's done eating, looking... very thoughtful at the medicine cupboards.]

...I wonder if they were discouraged by their failure, or if they will simply try again. ...hmph, that is barely even a question, is it not...

[...anyway! Closer to midnight, he's going to armor up completely and head to the lobby to do a little investigating. He wants to see if anything's up with the locked doors! Is this a bad idea? Maybe, but he's going to give it a shot!]

lobby

[bathymetric]

[ Interesting! What is he looking for, specifically, as regards the doors? ]

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan spends most of his day busying his mind with the after party. He needed to keep his mind from spiraling and this was the best option he had.

He's also going to dedicate his time to knocking on the suites of people who aren't attending the party with some freshly made tea and hot chocolate, sandwiches, and cake. He won't linger around, and might even leave the refreshments in front of the door before anyone answers. But... he wanted to make sure people were feeding themselves.

He does, however, make a special stop at Zinda's suite, and more insistently knocks on the door.]

Zinda? I made supper for you.

[Well, "made" is an exaggeration.

Once he gets back to the party he is going space out for a long while, before, suddenly, an idea comes to mind. Jonathan begins to approach random people at the party for help.]

Excuse me, do you have any possessions that belong to our fallen friends that I could borrow. I promise I will give them back soon but... there is something I want to try.

[Eventually, he can be found at the garden, late at night. He promised himself that he would try to stay up all night to see what happens to their Saturday, but...

He looks long and hard at the building Obi has scaled so many times. He remembers how scared and impressed he was seeing Obi climb it like it was nothing. He thinks about how they promised to look after each other.

It was hard to believe they had only known each other for three weeks.]

At least you're in a much better place now, Obi.

[specialyellthing]

[She’s quick to hop up and get the door]

Aw, Champ! You didn’t have to do that! [She manages a smile for him, but reaches to take the food.]

Thanks for thinking of me. Ya wanna come in?

[sixthnonsense]

[This week, Hagakure tries the whole afterparty thing because heading back his suite means acknowledging that there is now an empty room in it, and that tomorrow there will be no breakfast time with Amigo-bi.

So he hangs out at the restaurant for a bit, sampling the food and just trying decompress from...all of that. It's still kind of weird and surreal though, so he finds himself sneaking out after a bit. But if anyone wants to accost him while he's here, by all means!

He spends the rest of the night wandering, occasionally peering down at his newly-repaired crystal ball. It's still incredibly obvious that it was broken and glued back together, but it at least resembles a ball now, albeit with many, many cracks. If he comes across anyone, he'll offer a little wave- and a little conversation if they're in the mood.]

Hey. Not feelin' like going to sleep just yet either, huh?

restaurant!

[hellaethics]

[Sup, Hagakure. Jason settles down next to him and slides one of the many slightly melty ice cream sodas he's made toward him.]

...Sorry I thought you were an alien back there, man.

[fuckingguy]

[ After Nandor leaves the trial, looking deliberately stoic and leaving nothing but a single low fucking GUY in his wake, and the bathysphere delivers them all back, he knows what he must do. He grabs all his tokens and heads, pretty immediately, to the vending machine in the lobby. You can find him there for ages, feeding coin after coin into the machine and reacting in various animated ways to what falls out. And out. And out and out and is that a gun? The magic of it all has started to wear off the more mundane items, and some he simply growls at in disgust and throws to the side. Of the less mundane regains, uh, we've got all the weapons, with the exception of the gun, which he looks a little too happy to see. We've got the Biocomputer, which, uh, he's not sure what to do with that! And we've got the Bible+, which drops into Nandor's hands effortlessly. He catches it without thinking, registers what it is, and immediately screams at the top of his lungs. Oh, and he also triggers the smoke bomb in the middle of the lobby, releasing a malevolent purple cloud that is very annoying and makes him cough, but also kind of stops below his waist? It's as if the person this was made to conceal was three feet tall or something!

But, all this booboo the ghoul behavior aside, it's clear that Nandor is not simply here for the love of the game. He has a specific thing he wants out of this, and you can tell because, after one wizard hat too many, he outright starts demanding shit of the vending machine. ]

You will release... your human alcohol... to me.

[ Eventually, he does, in fact, receive a bottle of Malort! He leaves with fresh purpose, two spears, two knives, a gun in a wet bag, and a full-on Medieval mace.

From there, he does briefly show up at the afterparty, but once he gives it a once-over and sees who's present and who's not, he doesn't seem inclined to socialize. That was a lot of yelling, a lot of drama, a lot of raw emotion. His mouth still tastes like old pennies. He hangs around for a bit, looking increasingly mad at the very concept of being there, before leaving as abruptly as he came.

Much later, you can find him in the clinic, investigating the blood bags in the fridge. Like, not in an "opening the fridge to crack a soda" sense, genuinely inspecting the plastic. His brow furrows. ]

Is it even possible to tamper with these?

[ He appears to be asking this of himself. ]

vending machine

[onemillion]

[Was that a scream?? Rossiu looks in to check because it might have just been an unfortunate regain... but then he gets distracted by a different unfortunate regain.]

Lordgenome?

[Yes that is all one word. Anyway he enters the room, still staring at the head-in-a-jar with all the trepidation one might expect from someone staring at a head-in-a-jar.]

Did... Did you get him from the machine?

[He wants to ask how, but he knows he will never get an answer to that.]

small investigation

[inaclearing]

[Brett doesn't...really attend the afterparty this week. People will have seen him retreat to his room, shutting the door behind him, and for most of the rest of the day he doesn't come out.

(He may talk pretty, give fine advice, but you can't be wise and experienced all the time. Can't always reach out and let others support you.)

Very late into the night, he emerges and goes to sit on the floor in the lobby, back up against the check-in desk. His radio is playing - a long conversation between himself and an older woman - and he's taking occasional swigs of the utterly foul-smelling Malort. If it lapses into a song at some point, he doesn't seem to really notice.

Hopefully somebody comes and forces him to go back to his room before it gets too late. Because one way or another, he's gonna attempt to stay awake past midnight tonight.]

suite 5, about an hour after the trial

[hellaethics]

[knock knock, broski]

Heeey, Brett? You up, man?

[hellaethics]

[Jason doesn't make an appearance at the afterparty, not right away anyway. Once they're all released from the trial room, he makes a beeline for the Ice Cream Parlor, puts on his best girl on the jukebox and gets to work right away. He doesn't entirely know what he's doing but how hard can making ice cream sodas be? He's got a lot of glasses laid out on the counter (in theory enough for everyone), and works diligently to fill each one with a different flavor of ice cream dropped into it and a flavors of soda. If anyone drops in, he'll give them a wave from behind the counter.]

Yo! Do you wanna try this chocolate ice cream and mountain dew? Cause I've tried it like three times and I'm still not sure if it's good or not.

[Once that's done is next task if to actually get to the afterparty...with all these sodas. It's probably going to take him several trips without help but he is determined!! Eventually Jason settles down in the restaurant, halfheartedly picking at a plate of roast duck and several cookies. While he usually seems to have endless energy he's looking more than a little drained and tired.]

Ice Cream Parlor I want Jonathan to die

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan who was pondering the ice cream for the afterparty, looks up at Jason, mildly surprised.]

I have never heard of such of concoction before, but I can certainly try for your sake.

no warnings yet but!!! sighs, dandy is almost always nsfw

[bootyhunter]

[To anyone looking for Dandy, good luck! He's not keen on talking to anyone he doesn't to want to be speaking to. However, if he can catch Mielle before night falls, he is looking to apologize.

On his way back to his room, he is going to make a stop at the pool just to stare at the spot where Obi's body was found for a good long while! He isn't going to cry or say anything, he's just going to stand there like a surly idiot.

When Joy and Rossiu return to their rooms, they will notice that the bathroom door of Suite 4 has been shut for a long time, and that the sound of water running has not ceased since they've arrived...

Soon, some of that water will seep out through the crack beneath.

*Also, feel free to wildcard me! My discord is son_nya#4587.]

suite 4

[onemillion]

[Um. That doesn't look good. Knock knock???]

Dandy, are you okay in there?

[He's going to assume it's Dandy, anyway. Joy probably wouldn't flood the bathroom...]