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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[bootyhunter]

[The whole way through, Dandy listens without saying a word. Any silences that pass between them are so severe you could hear a pin drop. He doesn't speak, but his dark, almond-colored eyes are full of an intense sadness, restrained and locked within his chest, but wildly apparent in the stiffness of his body. Sure, this place has been Dandy's least favorite destination by a longshot, with its cruel circumstances and lack of available women to oogle openly...

And yet, what really rips Dandy a new one, more than all the overlapping memories and slowly building paranoia, is the paralysis.

The fact that he couldn't keep anyone from dying, and that he's isn't openly trustworthy enough to carry the emotional weight of the others on his back, no matter how much he'd like to. Dandy is not a delicate speaker, so perhaps that's not a role he can fill, for most.

Suddenly, he rises from the bed.]