pick a god and pray

[garudynamic]

[Like the weeks before, once everyone has wandered off their separate ways, notes are posted to each room that still has a warm body in it. Only this time the writing is much messier then any other notice]

None of us feel like celebrating, but I think Yato would approve if we don't spend the night hiding out because of him
There's warmed up food in the Game Room if you're hungry. Might be best to not be alone tonight.

-Yosuke

[And as promised there's leftovers in the Game Room; and eventually fresh stuff as Tarrlok gets to work in the kitchen. Yosuke is there, trying to set something up on one of the shelves, but otherwise you are left to your own devices]

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[garudynamic]

[After he posts the notes, Yosuke starts building a little makeshift shrine out of gaming books on the shelf- he'll try something more respectful in the morning when he has more time. But he has a feeling Yato and Mion won't mind too much.

Once it's sturdy he places one of the mysterious vending machine coins inside, bows and claps, hands held together in prayer.

'I wish, from the bottom of my heart, for a fortunate god to look after us'

After that he just kinda... slumps at one of the tables... staring blankly at the ceiling as the adrenaline leaks out of his body.]

[cherryblooded]

[It's later in the evening when Cherryblod approaches Yosuke and takes a seat across from him.]

...I'm sorry about earlier.

[Good way to start things off, right?]

[captainobnoxious]

[It's a better shrine than Sigrun could've made, she recognizes that much, and she follows the same ritual he does, albeit laying the now clean sword before it instead of any coin.

'May your souls find peace in Valhalla.'

... It's the same wish she's given each of the cases thus far, so maybe it won't mean much, but it's custom.

When she's done there, she'll actually come by and drop next to Yosuke, blowing hair out of her face and resting a hand on his eyes.]

You'll strain your eyes if you do that.

[penduli]

[ After he's dropped off his stuffed animals, Black joins Yosuke at a table. His energy's gone too; he can barely think about eating his food, but... he might as well try.

Even if that gets picked at more than anything. ]

The shrine looks nice. [ Especially after some people's additions, but he's sure it looked good with just Yosuke's sense of style, too. ] Are you okay?

[prismbloom]

[ Aqua watches, then crosses over and mimics him. She gets the idea--it's not difficult to puzzle out what it's for. ]

'I wish for us all to get out of this place alive.'

She walks away, for a while, and returns with a cup of tea. Aqua holds it out for him. ]

Here. You look like you need this.

[isafraid]

[It's an excellent little idea on Yosuke's part. An appropriate thing to do for any god, especially one that met such a terrible fate as-- he should really stop that thought right there.

Speed wagon walks up to the makeshift shrine, holding a small sketch of... himself in his hands, which he sets down where everyone else has put things. It was one of Yato's own works, maybe this was a way of saying Speedwagon didn't deserve it.

'I wish we could find an escape from this place']

...It was mine. [He finally speaks quietly.] The pen that was evidence, I was the one to give it to him, just a week ago.

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod doesn't immediately go to the game room - he spends a bit of time in his own room, putting his thoughts together, and then heads to Room 13 to have a Significant Conversation.

Later in the day, though, he heads to where the others are gathering. He's much quieter than normal, and less likely to approach someone to fuss over their wellbeing, but he won't turn down company as he fiddles with a deck of cards.]

[ratingspoint]

[As always, Room 13's door is unlocked; it's slightly ajar, though not as wide open as it usually is - it's not a sign that he doesn't want company, necessarily (and honestly, even if he didn't, hospitality is sacred in the Underground), but at the same time he's taking a moment to just kind of decompress a bit.

That was a bit of a trainwreck, wasn't it.

He's definitely in there, though. Curled up on the bed with his back against the wall and writing some things down again, looks like. Do as you like, Cherryblod, come in or don't; he doesn't mind either way.]

[sleepingkogoro]

Hmmm...Cherryblod-san.

[Hi there. Mouri seems uncharacteristically grave tonight when approaching you. It seems he is rather troubled about something]

About what Mettaton-kun said today...do you think I should go talk to him?

[He is pretty much guessing Cherryblod would go talk to Mettaton as soon as possible, too]

[penduli]

[ It's about time Cherryblod got fussed over, anyway. Black sets a plate of spring rolls beside him, taking a seat across from him a moment later. ]

...Are you okay, Mr. Cherryblod? [ He seems out of it--well, everyone usually does after things like these, he's sure, but... he hasn't seen him like this before. ]

[isafraid]

....You fancy a game?

[Something to get both their minds off of things.]

[ignorantly]

[ Shirazu comes over, setting down a cup of tea in front of Cherryblod. ]

...Here, Cherry. [ "Shrimp guy" seems kind of weird, he realizes. It's like calling somebody "Human dude". ]

[notjustawriter]

[It's a while before Gabriel approaches Cherryblod, looking worried.

He's been keeping to himself, mostly, because this trial was the one that finally really got to him, even if he didn't particularly know either of the people now gone.]

You ever had fried rice before? I'm thinkin' of making some.

[sleepingkogoro]

[As always, Mouri goes to the afterparty. This time is in the Game Room, which...gets Mouri a bit upset. Is it really the best place for it?

When he arrives he sees Yosuke's shrine for Yato and Mion. Well he can at least distinguish it's a shrine, but the reason why it is there...yeah, he doesn't immediately catches it, but after a minute of thinking he can guess why it exists.

There's a coin inside and Mouri is respectful enough to know that shouldn't be touched, at all]

...a shrine. For Yato-san, I suppose.

[That was more of a mumbling for himself than towards Yosuke. The kid must be tired, after all, Mouri doesn't really want to bother him. Still, it is time to do stuff.

Mouri gathers pieces and cards from board games he guesses won't ever get used and starts decorating the shrine, trying to make it look more majestic like the ones he remembers from the various trips he, Ran and Conan had gone into. At least Mouri has some artistic sense, and soon the placement of the different objects makes the shrine look slightly bigger and much more appealing, all while keeping Yosuke's work mostly untouched, as he isn't somebody who would destroy something somebody else worked for

At the end he's rather proud of it.]

[ignorantly]

[ Shirazu notices Mouri decorating the shrine and approaches him. ]

...It looks nice.

[bloodisthicker]

[...The first thing Tarrlok does is make a fuckton of spring rolls, because apparently he's good at cooking and so he may as well, right? ...but there's something he kind of wants to do before making his way up to the game room, so he takes a spring roll or two for himself and heads over to the incinerator, where he tosses a few small, wadded up balls of paper on in and chows down while he waits for it to heat up.

...

He kind of underestimated how long it would take to heat up, so people have already probably started on the leftovers by the time he gets upstairs. He... admittedly kind of needed a bit of time to himself, though, because that... that was a rough day. He... doesn't really feel like games, though, so he's just mostly just sitting there, hating everything this whole situation has decided to be at the moment, and waiting to see if he needs to get more food.]

[prismbloom]

[ She can't get herself to stay in one place for long. That's why she's made her way to the game room. There are puzzles there; Aqua likes doing puzzles to sort of focus herself, especially after a rough time like that.

She doesn't expect to see him, though. ]

... Tarrlok?

[ignorantly]

...Those spring rolls are really delicious. Thanks.

[ Everything kind of sucks right now, but at least they have good food. ]

[happysweets]

These are delicious, Mister Tarrlok...!

[ Poor guy. He seems like this hit him particularly hard...not that she can exactly blame him. This one was certainly about as exhausting as exhausting gets. ]

Um...are you hanging in there? Misa-Misa knows this one was tough...

[penduli]

[ Like last week, Black heads to the sewing room, but unlike last week, he actually swings by where the party's being held.

The sewing patterns makes things a little easier, so the two small stuffed animals he carries in don't look half as bad as they could've. They're two cats: one's black and dressed in white robes, its mischievous expression stitched in yellow, and the other is green and dressed in a cute yellow shirt, looking rather cheerful with her black stitching. He sets both of them by the shrine, careful not to disturb any other offerings, and studies them for a long moment.

...he's going to have to make another pair, bigger ones, to fit in with the rest of the tributes he's going to remake, but for now...

He's sort of tired. The trial was longer than usual, and all he wants to do is go crawl into bed and sleep, but he settles for picking up some warmed-up leftovers and resisting the urge to leave. Black's no good with parties, but Yosuke's right that Yato probably wouldn't be very happy with anyone hiding out, so he's not going to. ]

[bloodisthicker]

[Tarrlok looks over as Black walks in, just for... something to look at, and...

...oh.]

...huh. Those are cute.

[goodforsomething]

[Leftovers? Nah. It's time for anger baking.

Stan's in the kitchen, with a rather unnecessarily loud clatter of pots and pans. He's not exactly the world's most excellent baker, but he can make a lot of decent stuff. It's obviously brownie time today.

There's gonna be a lot of brownies.

Eventually, though, he stops and retires to the incinerator room. Sometimes you just gotta punch something.]

kitchen

[uro_cyon]

You bake too? [ There really was enough of them to start a bakery here...]

[ignorantly]

[ That was fucked up. It fucked him up, and he's exhausted in a way that can't be fixed with sleep.

He stops near the shrine Yosuke put together, and puts his hands together in a short prayer before he sits down at one of the tables and starts eating leftovers and once Tarrlok has made them, plenty of spring rolls. ]

[prismbloom]

[ Somehow, this "punishment" seems even worse than usual. Overkill--that's what it was, and it makes Aqua angry more than anything. Angry at the Kingmaker.

Angry that she hasn't been able to keep her promise to Caren.

She's baking, too, quite intently. If any of the treats she's made were creative before, it's nothing compared to tonight. There are a lot of flavors: green tea with white frosting and matcha sprinkled; chocolate with a gooey peanut butter center and chocolate shavings settled on top of the peanut butter frosting; cheesecake with graham cracker sprinkles; tiramisu with actual rum in the frosting (not too much, of course; or maybe it's just a flavoring) and miniature lady fingers on top.

She has a feeling Yato would approve.

Aqua does join the gathering itself; the cupcakes are set up on one of the tables, but she can't get herself to eat right now. ]

[isafraid]

[Of course a lot of people gravitate towards the kitchen. Speedwagon himself turns up there eventually. He smells food, which seems to click in his brain that he's still got an appetite. Somehow, this place hadn't wiped that out yet.]

Aqua... [Speedwagon wasn't sure what to say, besides the obvious. Look at all those treats.]

How long have you been at this?

[ratingspoint]

[Well, after that conversation with Cherryblod (which he spent about 80% of at Empathy Level Zero, and now he's just sort of worked up and has no fucking idea why) Mettaton will come upstairs to the game room eventually; he has more of those horrifying parfaits with him when he does, because after stressful things like that people tend to have a sugar crash and maybe swinging the pendulum in the other direction will help everyone keep their sanity tonight, and Yato hadn't exactly liked these things but he'd had the basic decency to pretend he did, and at this point everything Mettaton is doing can be summed up with "fuck it, I don't even know anymore."

He doesn't stay for long, though; just long enough to recognize that he doesn't want to be here. He'll go downstairs after a while, and while we're all spending time in rooms with morbid connections to them, he can be found in the art room after a while. He's not creating anything, though; he's got some of those palette knives with him, and he's in front of one of the easels, and he's apparently going to be there just setting blank canvas up on it and very calmly ripping it to pieces in various ways, the look in his eyes intense.

...He's got a lot of canvases, and given that he doesn't need to sleep, he's also got a lot of time.]

art room

[captainobnoxious]

[Sigrun'd been on the lookout for Mettaton -- not to yell at him, because she's sure he got an earful from Cherryblod and... honestly, it's not like the thought of sacrificing herself for the people she needs to protect hasn't crossed her mind, even if she's worth more alive right now. She just wants to hang, and following him feels almost a little wrong when she sees where he's heading for.

Aaaaalmost. Because she's got a few things in there for him anyway, so this might be a good of time as any. Or they can not exchange gifts. It all depends.]

That canvas did nothing to you and you know it. [...] Are you alright? Like, really alright, not the [and yes she'll pitch her voice] "of course, darling, don't worry about me" kind of alright.