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letsplayamurder2025-07-27 12:56 am
latinumsbetter) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-07-27 12:56 am
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Afterparty
[After the execution finishes and Wendy is dragged down into the Earth by that absolute horrific monstrosity of a creature and Typhon gives his goodbye, Quark will stand there for a long moment in the silence, before announcing, in a voice that wavers while trying to go for neutral:]
The bar’ll be open. Sitting around alone isn’t going to help anyone. [he turns to look at Ferdinand] Ferdinand, you’re with me. I need someone to move the table.
[and, taking Cerejeira’s elbow, he’s going to head out of the Arena. So...post trial, the Eatery’s been moved into bar configuration by Ferdinand and Quark. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There are snacks from the pantry brought out and placed on plates and in bowls and left out to eat. The bar is open, but so is the kitchen, if anyone wants to make something.
Both Ferdinand and Quark can be found behind the bar, the latter attempting to teach the former how to use the replicator he’s now got back there in addition to the other drink components. At least it’s keeping them busy. They’re both there to serve drinks, however.
The door is open.]
The bar’ll be open. Sitting around alone isn’t going to help anyone. [he turns to look at Ferdinand] Ferdinand, you’re with me. I need someone to move the table.
[and, taking Cerejeira’s elbow, he’s going to head out of the Arena. So...post trial, the Eatery’s been moved into bar configuration by Ferdinand and Quark. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There are snacks from the pantry brought out and placed on plates and in bowls and left out to eat. The bar is open, but so is the kitchen, if anyone wants to make something.
Both Ferdinand and Quark can be found behind the bar, the latter attempting to teach the former how to use the replicator he’s now got back there in addition to the other drink components. At least it’s keeping them busy. They’re both there to serve drinks, however.
The door is open.]
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[she's not sure she really feels like drinking anything right now. but the cup is warm. it's... nice.]
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[she can't bring herself to care about it that much.]
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[she considers whether or not it's worth the fight.
and, you know. it's really not.]
Fine. Okay.
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eventually...]
...Thanks, by the way.
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--huh?
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...With the vote.
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[hhhh]
Don't worry about it.
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It was... kind of a big deal.
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...there's some people I know that couldn't do it either. [he shrugs a shoulder, a little]
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Pretty much everyone here did, though.
[is there just something wrong with her...?]
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Not doing it doesn't mean much, either. It doesn't make Wendy less dead.
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[she knows that's right. she hates it, though. it's... awful. out of their control.]
She didn't have to die like that. I just... I both get it and I really don't.
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Y'know, our lives aren't even really in that much danger. Far more than I'd like but compared to the powers of a lot of people here? He hasn't been that much of a threat. As a group, no one's died when something attacked us. [his voice is frank--like he's just stating facts, almost casually] The only thing Typhon's been able to show that he can do is open up the ground and throw those skeletons at us. He can't even get past the barrier.
That's the trick of it all. The con he's running. He's making people feel like they've got something to lose, and they don't have control over whether it's lost or not. And when you make feel like that, even the nicest, kindest, most logical person be as bloodthirsty as any Klingon.
They can make excuses all they like, but if you've got time to talk, to listen to someone's excuses and decide not to accept them, or hate what you're doing every step of the way but still go through with it when you know the result is possibly going to be someone dying, then no matter how much you scream and cry and claim that you didn't have a choice, you're still someone that made a decision to kill someone else.
[His mouth is twisted into a scowl] I may understand why they did it, but I don't get it, and I don't accept it. I will never forgive that girl for taking Alex away.
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it hadn't made anything hurt less. it hadn't made it any easier to write down a name. she couldn't do it. even now, the mere thought of it makes her ill. as does remembering Wendy's face at the end.
all of this... it makes her think of Saber, so determined to save one person she was willing to doom everyone else. and right now... no, even back then, she got it, didn't she?
she just gets it again. because thinking about Alex-- thinking about what she wouldn't do to bring Alex back--]
...he was dead.
[no, it isn't dismissive. it isn't a justification. nothing of the sort.]
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He was dead, and this-- this was another chance at living, after everything he went through. His second chance...
And she took it away!
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He had a chance to live again, to get away from Death, to go somewhere else when this was all over, and instead she looked at some frixing charlatan's contract and didn't even read a single word of it before signing his life away.
[there's a snarl caught in his throat]
This is why everyone should learn contract negotiaton. Otherwise no one would be falling for this.
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[it's not fair. it's not goddamn fair. she did things right this time, didn't she? she didn't ignore him. she paid attention and she took his concerns seriously. she did it right, and still--!]
I wanted to know him for longer than this...
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That quiets Quark, somewhat, some of that fight going out of him as his shoulders slump a little]
...yeah. So did I.
[that, he can at least admit.]