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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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like this, so close, the scent of blood on the habit hits her again. most of the blood on herself has washed off by this point, smell hidden beneath the remains of oil. but all the same, it's weighing down on her.
how much must it be weighing down Lebkuchen?]
...There.
[she lets the veil drop to the ground, moving Lebkuchen's hair a little bit, making sure it isn't falling in her face.]
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...But it's lighter. It's so much lighter now. And for a brief moment, even though she still feels the weight of the ruby red shackles on her feet and the pull of the golden leash at her neck, for a brief moment she feels... a little free.
One cage down at least.
She eventually reaches out and takes the transparent fabric into her hands. That part at least was always her own addition. A little flair to still maintain some piece of her individuality. The rest of it though she looks on with barely contained scorn... but she's smiling anyway. Radiant and warm. ]
We should... get rid of it. Otherwise I'll be tempted to hide behind it again.
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[ah. that smile is... it's the first bit of brightness she's seen all day long. the clouds part, the gloom dissipating a little.
right. there's still good people, here. there's still things worth going forwards for.]
You look better without it, anyway.
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. . . ]
You...
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[she doesn't even entirely know what that means, for Lebkuchen. but she knows it's not that veil. it doesn't feel right.]
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[ She looks down, a little wistfully. ]
To be honest I... don't even know who I am without that thing.
[ And then she looks up, smiling again. ]
Maybe now I can finally find out.
Thank you... Cerejeira.