WE ALL SEEK JUSTICE AND NOBODY IS OKAY

[tenrules]

[Another murder, another investigation, another trial, another execution. Unlike last time, it wasn't self-defense, and although they caught him, she's pretty sure nobody is happy. It was sentencing someone to death, after all.

Knowing that, Dlanor writes something on the back of profiles she took from the bulletin board, passing them under the doors. When in a hurry, use what you have, and those profiles will be back sooner or later, anyway]

Please come to the train station. Let's spend some time in each other's company, for our sake

[If you decide to come, you'll find whoever wrote that note has been working hard to make things somewhat nice. There's a few...whatever we all have been using as cups all this time...filled with milk -- evaporated milk with some water, it seems. Tastes almost like normal milk. Dlanor also brought a few twigs and a small piece of log from the sawmull, and seems to be currently trying to make a fire. Some warmth should be nice, right?

Come on, everyone, let's sit around this bunch of wood and strengthten our bonds]

Comments

[tenrules]

[Dlanor really is trying hard to make a fire. This has to work.

When someone approaches she looks up and nods at them]

Good EVENING. Thank you for COMING.

[Although Dlanor looks a bit tired from twisting a long twig onto the log as she remembers it's supposed to be done, she keeps going]

[pegathesis]

Hi, Dlanor.

[Twilight puts another stick on the fire for her.]

Thanks for setting this up. I think we all needed it.

[dragongod]

[He'd offer to help, but he's discovered he's no good at making fire that way-- or any way that doesn't involve just shooting flames from his hands, really. Instead he just sits nearby the fire-in-progress, folding one leg under him.]

Of course. I think everyone here needed something like this-- I'm sure they all appreciate the thought.

[montages]

Dlanor...hey.

[ he looks over at the twig, debates whether or not he should offer help with the fire...but decides against it, thinking that maybe she'd want to finish what she started. ]

Thanks...for doing this. Really. Uh...can I help with anything, while you do that?

[junosteel]

...Need any help with anything?

[Juno's here. He looks a little drunk and a little beat up emotionally. His normal state of being.]

[hydrazine]

Thanks for asking us all to come.

[But she doesn't understand the reasoning behind it quite yet. Her voice is inquisitive.]

Was there something you needed to tell us all?

[pegathesis]

[Twilight comes of course, though she brings with her a notebook for writing in from her cabin. She's very subdued, though not in the state of shock she'd been the last time they had to do this. As she moves to find a place to lay down near the fire, she'll carefully lift a log or two with her magic to help Dlanor.

Twilight has a few specific people she wants to speak to, but for now she's quiet on her own as she writes...she'll speak to anyone who comes to talk with her, though.]

[junosteel]

[Juno arrives, holding a bottle of whiskey. He had briefly considered bringing more, but realized that Raven or anyone else would probably stop him. He wanders around a little before making his way to Twilight.

Working on that book of yours?

[dragongod]

[Martin's brought his own book, as well, though he's left the loose papers he's used as journal entries behind this time to instead work on translating the tome itself. It may be useless here, but it bothers him to have left a job half-finished-- even a job he has no reason to do anymore.

When he spots Twilight, he takes a seat a couple of feet away, though he moves slightly closer to the fire if only to have better light to read by. For a second or two, he just watches her write.]

It's... quite a lot to keep track of, isn't it?

[Everyone here, that is. And everything that keeps happening.]

[spiritoso]

[ Kaede approaches Twilight, sitting down next to her. ]

What are you writing?

[hydrazine]

[Once she's been there for a while, Raven comes to take a seat next to her.]

What are you working on?

[onlyexplainit]

[The Narrator is here, sort of.

He is actually standing a good distance away from the party, still in eyesight but very clearly not actively participating in it. He knew people would be angry at him and, well, maybe it won't be a bad idea to become a bystander again.

Perhaps the most thing that seems off about him as a ghost is he is now completely monochrome, almost like someone from a black and white TV set.

And, if you watch closely, he flickers strangely every now and again in the shade. It's only for a few seconds at a time, but it doesn't seem entirely normal there.

But he won't be making any efforts to talk to anyone at this party, so if you want him you'll have to go to him yourself.

[pegathesis]

[Twilight waits for some time before she approaches the Narrator herself. Mostly to give herself time to think of what to say, and others time to come to him sooner if they feel compelled to. When she approaches, she isn't angry. If anything, she's more hesitant than anything else.]

Mr. Narrator. Can I talk to you?

[hydrazine]

[It doesn't take long for Raven to approach him once she sees him there. She didn't want to say this at the trial, when Mae was right there, but there are a few things she wants to bring up.

But, first:]

How are you feeling?

[tenrules]

Welcome, Mr. Narrator.

[For someone who was shouting for his death, Dlanor sure is rather courteous, looking at him with something very close to pity]

...I admit I didn't expect you to COME. I thought you would have preferred to be away from all of US.

[dearboswell]

[Watson can't find it in himself to be mad at someone who willingly did something horrible, to prevent others from doing the same or from losing their loved ones. Even if he doesn't fully agree with what the Narrator did, Watson will still be making a conscious effort to speak with him.]

How's being dead treating you, so far?

[There's not a lot of small talk options for a ghost, and its not like the Narrator is scandalized by blunt morbidity.]

[whohastimefortears]

[Did you want to be alone? Too bad because here comes Cheryl sidling up next to you. She's covered in bandaids now and holding a cup of sad looking milk.]

Boy... you look like shit.

[J-Joke?]

[junosteel]

...

[Juno's just going to cautiously approach the Narrator. He's still not entirely comfortable with the whole ghost thing.]

H...Hey?

[How do you talk to a ghost]

[montages]

[ that execution was brutal despite what the narrator did to angus, and prompto's surprised the narrator decided to show up in the first place after all of that.

he's still kinda weirded out by the whole...ghost thing, but it is what it is, and prompto gives him a weird look before finally speaking up. ]

...You...okay?

[maedae]

[Oh boy, if it isn't Mae finally noticing him here now.]

So tell me, how many people have gone up to you saying they're sorry you're dead now, or thanked you for saving their worlds or whatever for that stupid motive?

[whohastimefortears]

[If you're looking for Cheryl, she doesn't join the party at first. Not for awhile anyway. Although she had agreed that the Narrator needed to be executed, the way he went she wasn't ready for. Who could be? So instead of joining society like a normal person, the teen lurks around the clinic for awhile. She got pretty clawed up anyway, so it's her excuse to be there. And while she is treating those minor wounds, she's having herself a good long cry.

Probably a few hours into the party she'll come join them. But Cheryl still kind of hangs back. She's not sure if she's wanted around right now... but she's scared to be alone too.]

Party

[tenrules]

I hope those injuries don't hurt, Ms. Mason.

[Sorry you were collateral damage in Mae's quest to scratch the Narrator's face off, Cheryl, that must have hurt]

[dearboswell]

[With the trial over, Watson no longer has to put forth the effort to not look like he's about to collapse from pain. Especially after the walk all the way to the train station. He sits in front of the fire rather abruptly, hissing through his teeth at the jolt of pain in his leg. He's not moving anywhere for a while.

If you want to talk to him, you're gonna have to go see him yourself. Later, once the old bullet lodged in his thigh stops trying to kill him again, he'll get up and go talk to people on his own.

Later, you might find him making notes in his journal. He looks deep in thought over it, and keeps looking at people as he does so- not the way he did on the first day, when Watson was still trying to learn about who everyone was; more like he's trying to put together several trains of thought at once.

Still later, he'll be stopping by The Narrator's cabin to pick up a few things- mainly, what's left of the man's cigarettes, and whatever else could be useful that the Narrator would willingly give. Hey, it's a survival situation, they need all the supplies they can get.]

oh notes?

[dragongod]

[Martin's got his own book, over across the fire from Watson, though he's given up on translations for the moment (it makes his eyes hurt) and is instead just watching the flames in silent thought.

He only really takes notice of Watson when he spots the writing motion out of the corner of his eye and, perhaps just due to wanting to check on everyone while they're gathered together, he stands up and moves slightly closer. He has little faith in his ability to keep any conversation lighthearted at the moment, but oh my god does he try.]

Writing poetry?

[junosteel]

[Juno arrives at the afterparty with a bottle of whiskey, to no one's surprise. He spends most of his time sitting with his legs hanging off the edge of the train station, lost in thought. On the one hand, he's thankful that the Narrator sacrificed himself, in a way, but at the price of an innocent life. It was the damn trolley problem, as he had said.

Lord, he hates thinking too much about moral dilemmas. He's going to take a long swig of whiskey, staring out into the distance. Want to distract him?]

[whohastimefortears]

[Cheryl invites herself to take a seat next to him. Hopefully he's not mad at her but... she really likes his company.]

Can I have some?

[maedae]

[Mae shows up late, and when she does, she still looks tired and unhappy. And will likely continue to be miserable at least until she's had a chance to talk to Angus.

After they've spoken, she will actually approach everyone (except the Narrator, who is being ignored for the time being.)]

Hey. Can we talk for a second?

[tenrules]

Of COURSE.

[She had planned to see Mae, but she didn't think she'd approach her. Maybe this is a good sign she'll be okay? Or...relatively okay?]

Strolls in 4.20 hours late with coffee

[patternfinders]

[Angus is here. Angus is translucent and kind of teal-ish, but he's here. He's had a very long day despite not being in the trial and being dead before morning started.]

Uh... Hey. How's it going?

[Small talk is good! Although he should probably do a lot more than just pretend this is just one of those parties without Gregg being his anchor. Thinking of his boyfriend pains him even more than dying. Maybe he can look and seem calm long enough before he starts screaming and haunting these woods or something.]

Funny how life works out.

[there is nothing funny about this]

[onlyexplainit]

[... Oh hey

It's you.]

... Angus.

I wanted to apologize to you.