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letsplayamurder2025-08-03 12:47 am
latinumsbetter) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-08-03 12:47 am
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Afterparty
[After the execution finishes and the culprit is once more dragged down into the Earth (he watches Snow be dragged down, with a pursed-lips look), and Typhon gives his goodbye, Quark doesn't wait in the silence this time. Instead, he says, arms folded:]
Well, since we're all doomed--[sarcasm, dry and acrid, edging a black humor]--then no better time to get a drink.
The bar’ll be open. Even if you don't eat or drink, stop in. [That's said with a side-glance at Leb. He then turns to look at Ferdinand, Aoi, Ranma, Cerejeira, and Vanity.] Ferdinand, you're gonna help me set up. Cerejeira, Aoi, you're behind the bar. Ranma you're in the kitchen. Vanity, if you've got more of that coffee, we could use it. Let's go.
[and he turns and walks out of the Arena. So...post trial, the Eatery’s been moved into bar configuration. There's a few more faces behind the bar again. Once again, there’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There are some dishes, light but filling for those that don't want to eat much, courtesy of Ranma.
Cerejeira, Aoi and Quark are behind the bar, the latter watching the other two like a hawk and teaching and helping when he needs to. They're all there to serve drinks, however. And Ferdinand? He's been relegated to the Dabo table. Maybe the first couple buttons of his shirt has been unbuttoned. He's paying off his tab!
The door is open.]
Well, since we're all doomed--[sarcasm, dry and acrid, edging a black humor]--then no better time to get a drink.
The bar’ll be open. Even if you don't eat or drink, stop in. [That's said with a side-glance at Leb. He then turns to look at Ferdinand, Aoi, Ranma, Cerejeira, and Vanity.] Ferdinand, you're gonna help me set up. Cerejeira, Aoi, you're behind the bar. Ranma you're in the kitchen. Vanity, if you've got more of that coffee, we could use it. Let's go.
[and he turns and walks out of the Arena. So...post trial, the Eatery’s been moved into bar configuration. There's a few more faces behind the bar again. Once again, there’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There are some dishes, light but filling for those that don't want to eat much, courtesy of Ranma.
Cerejeira, Aoi and Quark are behind the bar, the latter watching the other two like a hawk and teaching and helping when he needs to. They're all there to serve drinks, however. And Ferdinand? He's been relegated to the Dabo table. Maybe the first couple buttons of his shirt has been unbuttoned. He's paying off his tab!
The door is open.]
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Ferdinand von Aegir? However did you get up here?
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[He gestures to his wyvern who is roosting a bit away. He is eepy, he is not a nocturnal animal, Ferdie]
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[ Not a very subtle escape there. ]
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[ She'll come and stand a little closer, then. ]
It will not be a restful night.
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[Ferdinand's own dreams have been less and less as the weeks go, collapsing into black exhaustion more than not when he sleeps]
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[ An exhausting night to follow an exhausting day. But she shall manage. She mostly always does. ]
Especially these last two weeks. People seeing it happen.
[ Finding a body afterward is different. ]
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... if you wish to talk of them, I am always a wiling ear. I am used to viscera.
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[ Besides which, she thinks it a little uncouth to dreamwalk and tell! Though... ]
...I do not understand why no one will simply kill cleanly and quickly, and be done with it. We might at least have that much.