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trusthell2017-02-04 03:41 pm
neverheardofhim) wrote in trusthell2017-02-04 03:41 pm
And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.
[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]
[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]
[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]
Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.
[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]
[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]
[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]
[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]
[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]
[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]
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[He felt odd about writing the second one. Honoring a murderer, no matter the cause, felt wrong. But he believed, deep in his heart, that Alani had been a good woman. He didn’t agree with her methods, but the cause had been just.]
[It reminded him of a friend.]
[When they were completed, both papers were hung above their respective profiles, matching Adelina’s before them. He looked up, and for the third and final time, he prayed to Andraste. Let this be the last time.]
Christo pushed his glasses up on his nose, glancing around the warm, peaceful room. He shifted his posture, prepared to wait patiently for as long as he needed. He wasn’t sure of the time, but he knew that surely his guest would arrive eventually.
Until then, two bowls of curry waited. It wasn’t as good as Killia’s, but then, that was the reason it was there. Perhaps the very idea of Christo eating something other than his cooking would put a skip in his partner’s step.
But it didn’t matter. He knew he and his beloved friend would be united again soon enough. Until then, he could rest peacefully.
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Alani woke, gently rocked awake by the peaceful swell of the sea. Her body was held aloft by an ornately carved plank of wood, but her hands trailed in the water. One of them was brushed by a featherlight touch, a kiss from a bright red flower.
She lifted herself up, glancing across the water that stretched endlessly in all directions and broken apart by countless other forms, rising up and looking around just as Alani herself did.
Above them, the stars shone brightly.
[Work done, he returned to the party, lingering in a corner just as before. If you look hungry, he might bring you a bowl of stew. Otherwise, he’ll keep to himself.]
[All this shit sucked.]
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...Thanks for the food.
[It... Doesn't seem very well thought out, but it's genuine, and Weavile eagerly nods; although they mostly filled up on sweets, that's not stopping Weavile from getting into a bowl of stew right now.]
Are you okay?
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It feels wrong to point that out. Elda hums a little at that observation, though she might point it out later. Right now, she'll comment, ]
Not sure you said ten words to me while we were prepping.
[ When at the party. ]
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His usual pep is not there, but he's smiling at least? He's trying not to be upset by everything that's happened, he really is.]
Once again, you've written some good stories. I'm sure they would be happy to hear them.
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Thank you for your assistance in help setting this up, and for those words, Varric. I appreciate it and I'll be sure to pass on what you said of Christo to Killia.
[ He'll pass him a smile. ]
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Out of courtesy, she'll at least leave a reply to Varric's invitation and sneak into the library while they're setting up to leave it on one of the tables, going unnoticed. Hopefully. ]
Tethras-san,
Thank you for your invitation. I'm not feeling too well, so I'll have to pass on tonight's gathering. I'm very sorry. I hope you all have a good time.
- Inoue Orihime
[ She leaves the door to her room slightly ajar, in case anyone wants to talk to someone in a more private setting. Otherwise, that's where she'll be for the rest of the evening. ]
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Can I come in, Sunshine?
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Inoue, I'm coming in.
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Inoue-san?
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... Bored wasn't the right word.
She decided to help them set up this "party" mostly because she figured that those youngsters who did it last time weren't going to this time. They all seemed upset, and she knew that the weight of the trial was something which had been suffocating all of them. She's included in that, of course, but the old woman was long, long since used to hardship. Alani wasn't a friend, wasn't even a member of the same species. Neither was Christo. And because of that, she could handle this, so much so that she even bothered to try and help cook. Hell, she might've even tried to make her own cookies! (they're awful, don't try them).
Either way, in the library with a chair pulled up to seat herself, the old woman will try to make herself the life of this. She's brought all of her generic items she got from the vending machine for people to play with and seems to be using duct tape and a sharpie to try and make... playing cards? ... Is that even worth it?
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Either way, she's there and has all that going on as well as a cup filled with BLOOD that she got from the infirmary. She might yet ask Kimbley or Hanyuu or Guzma or someone to let her bite them, but she's content to have this overly sharp taste in her mouth for tonight. ]
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...And then he silently leaves the room, emerging sometime later with his gaming machine.]
We can take turns.
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What are you making?
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cards?
YEAH I SHOULD HAVE BOLDED OOPS
GOOD JOB
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Either way, Lusamine is gonna be at the party this time--and she's got Clefable alongside her. Lilligant didn't want to come with her once Lusamine explained the situation, so it's a little quieter. She's over getting some food for both herself and Clefable, and some stuff for Lilligant as well. If Lusamine sees someone come by, she'll look to them.]
Are you going to be okay?
[Of course, Clefable's gonna be a little more vigilant--and is definitely here to hug, if anyone needs it.]
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...I'll be fine.
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That's... something she's not prepared to deal with yet, if at all. So instead, she sits cross-legged on her bed, cradling the flower close. It needs water, but... but Vanille doesn't want to leave just yet.
Even still, she won't mind if anyone comes by. Just knock. ]
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[While his knock might have been abrupt, his voice was gentle.]
Open up, Bubbles. It's just me.
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He's both grateful for it and he hates it at the same time, so he's just going to be following some of the others to the kitchen and making cake of some sort, because baking and chemistry really aren't that far separated, when one thinks about it.
(Thankfully, none of the girls here remind him of his sister; that might put him off doing even that much.)
At the gathering itself, he'll do as he usually does when they're all together - namely he'll be sitting somewhere that's a bit separated from the others, somewhere that he can see the door, but still close enough that he's not completely isolated. Just staying where he is and writing...something.
He doesn't seem to be making a lot of progress - he usually just ends up crumpling it up and stuffing it in a pocket or something before starting over - but either way, it's keeping him occupied when he's not just...watching everyone.]
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[He approached the man but was quiet for a long minute, simply watching his efforts. But after a short while, he cleared his throat.]
Writer's block?
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Toward the end of the night as the afterparty's winding down you'll actually catch him in the library, though he's really only here to snag whatever food is left because one cannot live on cream puffs alone (as much as one might like to).
Eventually he'll pick up a packet of black tea and glare at it for a bit before pocketing it. He'll have to get someone to teach him how to make tea so he can try it at some point.]
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Oh, looking for something? I can try to help.
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Kitchen
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Killia will be in his room if anyone wants to try to speak with him. The doors closed but not locked.]
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So she knocks on his door.]
Killia?
[Her voice is filled with concern. While she figures his door is locked, she still tries the door knob-- and oh...]
Killia, I'm coming in.
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She'll go for an hour or two; she's mainly here to wallflower again, watching people as usual. There's a certain tightness to her otherwise neutral expression, and she seems... distracted is a good word for it. No food or drink, as grateful as she is for its presence, mostly because she's not really planning on sticking around.
It's not as if she knew Alani particularly well, but she'd been nice and charming; she hadn't seemed like someone who'd do something like this.
After she's had enough of the party, she'll take her leave and head back to her room. The door's cracked open enough to be inviting, but anyone that steps in is... probably going to get hit on the head with one of the slinkies she has. ...it is her tender alarm system, shut up?
...and at some point, whenever she gets Alani's letter, she'll be grabbing some smaller glasses quickly from the kitchen before it closes for the night and setting those on her desk in her room too, alongside a bottle of (non-alcoholic, she's discovered) sake. Join her for a drink if you're inclined—the slinky's not here to attack you this time.
(She's pouring one out for Alani, as requested.) ]
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Hey, Mei, you're up, right?
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If anyone tries her room, they will find that she is not there. At the moment, unless people know where she is exactly, she won’t be found just by randomly looking for her.]
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[ He'll try to catch up to her, calling out her name to catch her attention. ]
Ah, it's good to see you've come to the party. Although, it looks like you're ready to go off somewhere else already?
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When people begin to gather in the library, Viktor takes up a seat near one of the walls with a bowl of stew and a bottle of vodka, because he feels like he really needs a drink right now. He'll drink responsibly and eat plenty of food to slow the alcohol down, don't worry. ]
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[Varric approached the man, empty cup in hand. He looked once at the man, then away, relatively sheepish, all things considered.]
Can I trouble you for a hit?
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...right. He's done. He's good. He's gonna... go to the kitchen, first, because he has a few things he wants to do. And then he's going to head over to the profiles and underline "taking personal responsibility" in the Wordsmith's fake title he made a few times before heading to the library. He... thinks he might be able to swing this.
Even if his Masquerain isn't exactly the most, ah, cooperative Pokemon in the world when it comes to emotional support and needs to be placated by cake so he won't act like a huge tsundere.]
Come on. No one's not gonna think you're tough if you're nice to people tonight. You're still the baddest dude around.
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That's an interesting friend you have there. Mind introducing us?
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Eventually, though, she joins the group, reading the same book she had been reading last week. She still looks awkward and out of place, and as usual doesn't immediately go for the food, but she's here to be with the group, because after two weeks of murder, even a hardened veteran of a millennia-long war doesn't exactly want to be alone.]
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...It doesn't take much to set her off, really. But she only gets a few words into the letter addressed to her before she can't read anymore, dropping it to the floor and then just. Collapsing to her knees and sobbing into her sleeves.
She didn't quite close the door. If you're nearby, you may hear her.
After that...eventually...after a brief stop to her room, where she sees the note, she will make her way to the library, where the gathering is. It's mostly to give people their letters. If she can't find them there, she'll check their rooms. Either way, she won't stay there for long. Maybe you can catch her for a conversation.
If not, she'll be in the laundry room, actually. Filling several basins with water. She's...not quite sure what to do? But well, she'll take off her socks, and her sandals, and she'll slip off her sleeves and roll up her hakama, and she'll stand in it, water up to her knees. She closes her eyes and puts her hands together in prayer. Shakily, she begins, from what she remembers.]
Th- the Bluemother i-is the song of the Emula...
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... And really, long story short, a lot of searching later sh's coming, naked-footed, into the laundry room. She hums a bit as she comes in and sees Hanyuu ]
You doing a soul honoring thing for the fish girl?
[ She asks, advancing on her ]
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Alani's room; room 16
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At 5, he pulls himself out of bed to go down to the library. He's not going near the food, and is instead checking up on people. He won't go near those who look like they don't want to be bothered, but if anyone looks open to talking he'll go up and stand or sit near them.]
Hey. You doing alright?
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Did you eat?
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After that, she'll go up to the library. She's going to be around for most of the night.]
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[ Elda comments this, walking past her to go to the little fridge in the corner to get blood... ]
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