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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lobby

[bathymetric]

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

[howveryglib]

[he’s not going to try opening any of them yet but he is going to like. check the edges and see how tightly they’re sealed.]

[bathymetric]

[ The seals are pretty tight! Watertight, one might say. ]

[howveryglib]

[He suspected as much! Now he’s going to try and see if they’re all still locked.]