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[heavyliesthecrown]

WHO: Bluebell + Guests
WHERE: Bluebell
WHEN: Day 84 - Post game

[ Welp. We lost and failed to vote properly in the last round after some confusion. We really Bluebell'd it.

Time to recover.]

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[heavyliesthecrown]

[ For a while, he disappears into the bathroom. A place where he can be alone for a while, locked inside the room. If someone knocks on the door because they need to use the room, he will ask them to wait for a moment until he gathers himself and steps out. The tears are gone, but his eyes are clearly bloodshot.

Otherwise, he buries himself beneath his covers for the next several hours up in his room.

Eventually, he makes his way to the kitchen, lacking both ears and tail. Sitting at the table he pushes a couple of berries around his plate, staring blankly down at them. He tries to eat, but after a while:]

Would you like the rest of this? It turns out I do not have much appetite right now.

[cochrhiben]

[Sudden arms around his shoulders!]

Shindo! I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened! Things went down without me!

[heavyliesthecrown]

[He falls forward a bit, as light as paper.]

. . . Toccata-san. It is a good thing that you missed the ritual. I would never have hoped for you to be there.

[featherduster]

[ Coming home at some point and knocking on his door when he's not in the common areas ]

[heavyliesthecrown]

[ Silence for a little while, until finally-]

Come in.

[It's a little muffled, and his voice sounds a touch strained as he clears it, attempting to wipe at his eyes, sitting up beneath the covers of his bed while attempting to make himself look presentable.]

[spinebuddyandme]

[ Ananke's come into the kitchen for a good ol' round of stress cooking. Glances up at him from where he's arranging ingredients and other things he needs to start ]

Are you sure...?

[heavyliesthecrown]

[That is when he seems to notice it is Ananke for the first time. Good. He needs to talk to him. He nods, pushing the bowl away from him.]

Mm. It turns out I am not very hungry.

[chasseurdebeaute]

[Will catch him at some point or another to pet his head]

[heavyliesthecrown]

[He closes his eyes, accepting the gesture.]

How are you holding up, Rubato-senpai.

[doggonemad]

[ KNOCK KNOCK, Bluebell. Hannya's at the door and he's got a big Weed with him, as one does.

he also has a bottle of whiskey tucked under his arm. ]

[noarchitact]

[ depending on when he drops by fantasia is covered in any number of strange fluids ranging from blood to oil to ??? ]

Hannya and… [ oh, right, manners. he steps back inside. ] oh! Sorry. Come on in.

[featherduster]

[ ROLLS IN AT SOME POINT, eyes the bottle ]

Jack?

[chasseurdebeaute]

Monsieur Hannya, you're checking on everyone again?

[noarchitact]

[ fantasia has kidnapped invited zenith over, because he needs to take care of all of his injuries, which is going to be an incredibly labor intensive process. he'll be holing up in the morgue for a few hours, leaving tempo to stand 'guard', so you can either talk to the toolbox or wait until he's no longer there and go inside... where it's probably just a mess and the two gays guys are just... chilling. ]

...the tables in here are kind of like beds. Maybe we can just bring a few pillows and blankets down here and nap. [ he doesn't feel like going upstairs and climbing the towers and yadda yadda yadda. the morgue is comfortable-ish. ] And I still need to clean up in here. Where's Vibrato? Where's Staccato?

[eonsadrift]

It's been a while since I've been damaged enough to need replacements... I'll need to rest afterwards, anyway. [ He eyes the morgue, heading towards one of the tables to lean against it and support most of his weight. ] Weren't they with you?

[featherduster]

[ He appears from being mysteriously missing(????) after a while, but seems kinda at a loss, honestly. That Was Fucked.

He settles for cooking at some point, or else hunting down Bluebells wherever they've holed themselves up. ]

[cochrhiben]

[This is not a Bluebell. This is a weed who's making himself at home in Bluebell territory.

He's humming happily to himself and writing a musical composition. On the wall.]

[arrowace]

[ smooshing themself up against him, including while he’s trying to cook so good luck with that. But also across their flank is like: What does it mean, to be a participant in violence? An enabler? An enactor? When one is party to the act of harming another, what is the material difference if one’s hands are literally clean? Should it matter to me if it doesn’t matter to the victim? But still, Minuet would see me stay my hand, even when he agrees with the necessity of the act. Be it foolish or selfish, pointless or just, I find it matters to me that it matters to him. That he would see these hands as bloodless as fate and the Gods allow, that too is love. I will not squander this chance to know my own gentleness.

Oh shit, I can chew on his hair from this height. Oh hell yes. Oh fuck yes. ]

[noarchitact]

[ minuet can catch him in the kitchen grabbing a few things from the fridge to bring back up to his room, but he loses himself to another doom spiral of negativity and just ends up blair witching into the open fridge for six and a half minutes. ]

… [ he eventually snaps out of it, because the door is beeping for him to shut the damn thing. ] Huh, oh, r- right… [ looks over at minuet sheepishly. ] Sorry.

[arrowace]

[ Mute is still Horsed, but also the Paper Curse means Words Appearing and they have a LOT of body for words to appear on so at the moment it’s like: This form has many advantages such and speed, size, and quadrupedal locomotion. However, being mammalian and having a great deal of fur and little-to-no external mucus membrane makes it inferior to many other forms I have assumed. I also have been experiencing regular flehmen responses to scents which are otherwise not noteworthy scents. This is undesirable and distracting and definitely not cute please don’t say it’s cute. Furthermore I find the lack of digitized limbs more distressing than anticipated. All in all I rate the experience of being a horse 6/10. Please pet me and I think I would let Rubato ride me majestically across the meadow if he asked.

They can’t see all that tho they’re just eating hay. ]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[Flutters over]

What a shame my equestrian skills are quite amateur.

[mykidisthebest]

[knocking from the other side of the kitchen door, if there's anyone there to answer]

[chasseurdebeaute]

It is unlocked, Monsieur Lethe!

[heavyliesthecrown]

[Crescendo has mostly been hidden away within his room, but he tiredly descends the stairs around the time that Lethe is let in. His ears and tail are completely gone.]

Oh- company.

[He had decided to sneak down for some tea. But here he is in his pajama's looking like a mess.]

[spinebuddyandme]

[ Ananke isn't troubling Bluebell with a knock right now, but he is around in the kitchen during the afternoon, busily cooking up an absurd amount of savory meat and potato arepas, along with peach and cherry empanadas.

And if Bluebell misses him, they'll still find a couple of platters of arepas and empanadas left in the kitchen with a note: "Help yourselves! -Ananke" ]