don't go breaking my heart

[inaclearing]

[Well. All that sure happened!

Brett hasn't done much for one of these post-trial gatherings thus far, but he's been trying very hard to be functional lately, and...well, the fact that so many other people aren't okay right now just makes that all the more important. So he'll go around telling people, or slipping notes under doors if need be:]

We're going to have some food at the bar, if anyone wants it.

- Brett & Joy

[It feels a little weird to have it there, but...let's be honest. He expects quite a few people will be passing through the bar of the own accord tonight. They may as well not drink on empty stomachs.

There's not a ton going on. Brett's figured out how to turn the light-up dance floor off - it seemed a little inappropriate. Despite being hosted at the bar, Brett hasn't actually set out any alcohol; there's tamagoyaki and a big vat of chicken noodle soup sitting on some tables in the middle of the room, as well as tea for anyone who wants a drink that isn't alcoholic. Everyone who does want to drink can serve themselves. Also, someone has draped a rainbow pride flag over the bar? It seems appropriate given who's throwing the party, at least, and he didn't really have it in his to stop Joy, so.

You're free to turn on some music, if you want. Brett couldn't pick anything out on the jukebox, it seems.]

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[dullshooter]

[Misfire doesn't go to the parties, and he sure as hell isn't going to start now. He's got a whole lot of feelings that make him too unpleasant to be around, and no good ideas on what to do about them. He might've been desensitized coming into this, but he is - as you might say - getting tired of this shit now.

He needs to cool off, or burn out, or - something. It's in his aimless wandering he passes by the meeting room. He spots the table. He doesn't need to consider it for a moment longer.

His hands are on the table. It's being flipped. It crashes to the ground. God, that felt good.

But, you know - flipping tables doesn't heal all wounds. He'll go scout out some of that gasoline, because what a way to learn that that's in supply, and sit in the garden with it for a while. Just drinking straight out of the container.

He will, at some point, much later in the night, go back to Seo Dawon's room. There's something he has to collect, at least.]

[asymptotes]

[ Drakkon formed a lot of habits, back when he went by Tommy Oliver, that have been hard to break. Alcohol, for example, has never held much appeal. Junk food, the same.

So it's probably a little strange to see this guy who radiated Dad for so long waltz in after the things he said during the trial and just... grab some tea and soup and a table. Where he's calmly sitting, occassionally sipping one or the other, gaze... intense in thought. ]

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest isn't going to be at the afterparty; he isn't at the garden, either, where he usually would be as the late night hours stretch on.

However, for the sake of reference and thoroughness, I suppose, he's going to lock himself in his room, where he plans to stay until he decides to do otherwise.]

[onemillion]

[Today's been so much. Rossiu wants to just go to bed and hope things will be looking better on Sunday... but he gets the invitation and he decides to go. It's less because he wants the company or the food or even alcohol and more because... well, sometimes just putting in an appearance is good enough.

Though honestly, he doesn't really know what to do at the afterparty... He does end up preparing some tea so he'll be at a table sipping that if you want to join him! He's not really reaching out for conversation, but he's not opposed to it either - for now he's content to remain here and watch everyone else.

Later on, he heads to the ice cream parlor. It's unsurprisingly repaired and even though a murder took place here not all that long ago... he has a job to do. So he heads over to the jukebox and finds track 1921, like Aiba said. Feel free to join him if you overheard that conversation and want to hear Aiba's last words!]

[allatonce]

[Joy's a little out of it, but she's got a lesbian flag draped over her shoulders like a cape and she'll serve food to whoever comes by. Throughout, she seems to be fiddling with the bracelet Dandy left her.

After half an hour or so, she's put a song on the jukebox and appears to just be staring off into the distance while she sips at her vodka soda.

Later, like much later, Joy can be found sitting in the church and staring into the middle distance. There's a black oval painted on the wall that she seems to be fixated on.]

[capreelcious]

[ Floyd doesn't go to the meeting. Well, not right away. He goes back to his room and changes out of his bloodied outfit before heading to the Art Supply Store. You can see him getting posters and markers and drawing something.

Once he's done, everyone will be able to see his handiwork at the bar: Four images are on display in some of the chairs. It's memorial drawings of The Undertaker, Space Dandy, Seo Dawon and Aiba. They're not the best drawings, but they are accurate enough. It does look like he took a bit more time working on the Undertaker's, though. Once they're sitting there, proper, the eel grabs some tamagoyaki and leaves. Where does he go?

...To the pool. He needs time to think, and swimming - or at least floating in his case is helping him a bit. It might take a moment to get his attention, though.

Afterwards, you can find him at The Undertaker's Room, looking around, sitting around.

...Floyd is officially the last living member of Suite 2. ]

[inaclearing]

[Brett doesn't have the greatest track record when it comes to properly attending one of these things, but it seems like he takes his hosting duties today seriously. He's in the bar for most of the evening, sitting near the refreshments table. There's a bowl of soup in front of him, but he only seems to be half-heartedly eating it; mostly, he's watching the food.

If anyone seems to be looking at it, hesitating, he speaks up:]

I made the soup and Joy made the eggs. I've been here the whole time.

[There is, after all, still a poisoner on the loose.

Other than that, he doesn't seem inclined to start up many conversations. Blake Bortles is here; he feeds him some fish. He looks a little distant, honestly.

Once everybody seems to be packing it in, Brett will finally leave. He stops by the department store, where he picks up some...rope? He also ducks into the art store briefly. You can find him after this, late in the night, standing on the patio and just...liberally pouring paint on the ground around himself. You know, as you do.

The ultimate goal here is to tie himself to one of these tables - he actually does a pretty good knot, he learned some shit from the kids - and also potentially have the paint to leave some kind of tracks if he or anyone else walks through it when midnight hits. He was going to try some of this with Dandy, but Dandy's gone now, so...fuck it, let's just see if anything happens.]

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda has only made brief visits to the other after parties, having a dislike for funerals.

But this? This is her type of a sending off, and she arrives promptly after she’s showered off Dandy’s blood, clad in the Bortles jersey and a pair of rolled up jeans. And then she starts to drink. And drink. And continue to drink. And once that’s done, she drinks some more.

It’s impressive. What’s more impressive is that it doesn’t seem to be inebriating her as much as it should be—- several drinks in, and all that’s happened is lowered inhibitions and a much brighter mood.

She can be caught perched on the edge of the bar, eager to talk anyone up—- or later into the evening, when she climbs onto the table and raises the bottle.]

To the friends and foes we’ve lost. Hawkah!

[After that she’s just as likely to drag anyone onto the dance floor. She doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Stopping means thinking, remembering and feeling. She doesn’t have time for any of that now. ]

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan, once again, makes rounds giving snacks and tea to those who aren't attending, with an additional glass of wine as well in case someone needs something stronger.

He does, eventually, make it to the bar, feeling somewhat awkward even being there, but... well... he needed a drink.

And yet... he doesn't drink the glass he pours himself. He stares at it, stares at his reflection.

Instead, he pull a book from his jacket and begins reading.]

[howveryglib]

[Sooooo Gaius feels… like he should show up at the afterparty to at least give off the impression he’s okay, because that’s important. It feels important. He’s going to eat some tamagoyaki and crack open a beer and… not be particularly social in the nightclub, honestly. No partying here… just… trying to not look miserable.

He tries to hit the arcade afterward and he fucks around on a shooty game for a while but his heart isn’t in it, so he’ll just head to the garden to look up at the sea with… another beer. Look, he’s tall and beefy. It’s gonna take more than two to fuck him up.]

[fuckingguy]

[ Nandor shows up to the afterparty for pretty much whatever the duration of Kokomo (Seafaring Song) is! Like, he just walks in to get some drunk blood, sees that the get-together is happening, punches in the song, and stays until it ends. Then he leaves with a blood bag and a little cordial glass, which is, you know, fine! And he doesn't return. You can find him in the art supply store for a while, looking at necklace cords, but eventually he ends up in the garden. It's not the best place to be alone, he knows, since people end up gravitating there eventually... but he had something in mind.

He stands before the gravestone the Undertaker made for a while, then empties his glass onto the nearby soil. Afterwards, he sits on a bench, the glass once again full of an opaque red liquid. He reads New Moon for a while, ignoring the world around him, but it is hard to focus on the words.

He retires to his room early, and falls into a deep and dreamless slumber. ]

[chemicalromance]

[Well.

It's been some time since your assistant has been out of her office, hasn't it? And, just like last time, it's difficult to say exactly when Eleanor turns up to the bar.

This time, she doesn't balk at the entrance. She steps to the bar itself, heavy metal boots clunking on the hardwood. Stopping, she'll grab a seat - not in the middle of everything, mayor forbid - but she's found a place to put herself in all of this... chaos.

Not once do her eyes meet anyone else's. Not for a few fleeting seconds.]

[sastruga]

[Mafuyu is at the nightclub, so like, if nothing else almost dying here doesn't seem to have completely traumatized her into avoiding it. That's good! She's generally sitting either with Mielle or by herself.

She has some tea, which she's... well, she's a little distracted, by everything? So you might just spot her putting salt in there instead of sugar.

It's just that kind of evening guys.

Afterwards, she's... well nowhere in particular, actually. She's kind of wandering for a while, just staring out some of New Rapture's windows, into the ocean. Literally just staring for like, a good while. She's vibing.

Speaking of vibing, that's also what she's gonna be doing when she returns to suite 3 later, just lying on the couch and doing nothing at all. That's not even because of the trial or anything, she's just tired.]