day two - aftermath

[guestcontrol]

dreamland day two 38 players remaining. As the voting period comes to an end, a bell goes off from the ticket machine, and the metal bars blocking the tunnel at the end of the Hall of Mirrors lifts. A voice speaks over the loudspeaker: "Attention, guests! Please make your way onto the ride! For your safety, keep your hands and arms inside and do not attempt to leave your seat!" Through the tunnel, single cars on a track stop and wait for each remaining player to step on. Don't dawdle, or your bracelet will begin to beep a warning. Once in a car, the safety bar locks you tightly inside, unable to move. The car trundles along a dark, twisting track, nearly veering into cartoonish obstacles, but veering away at the last moment. Music and cackling laughter echoes loudly through the ride as you drive faster and faster. Suddenly, your car veers off to the left, through a courtroom, where a towering cartoon judge threatens to bang a gavel. Your car jerks and evades, but somewhere, before one car can pass, the gavel comes down and the car spins off to the side, through a dark doorway. Each car comes to the end of the ride, but doesn't stop, and instead jerks into motion and, even faster, veers through the ride a second time. This time, your car does not enter the courtroom, but the doors to your left nonetheless open, showing instead of a courtroom a red room burning with cartoon flames. Above the flames hangs a corpse in a noose. The body of Levi hangs from a white rope noose, as a cackling voices pronounces: Innocent The ride turns away once more, and comes to a stop. A list of votes has been pinned on the wall for your perusal. You now have the rest of the evening to explore the park, before night comes again. character statuses private conversations graveyard This is a general post-vote mingle encompassing the time from the end of the trial (about 5 PM until the fireworks at 11 PM). You are encouraged and welcome to backtag discussions in this post until the next day post, or to have afternoon private conversations.

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[perfectstrike]

[She isn't terribly familiar with the prayer itself, though she closes her eyes and bows her head, clasping both hands together like she might for one of the Buddhist or Shinto customs she's more familiar with. The steadiness of his voice is comforting, but she can't seem to stop crying.

When he looks over, she's finally taken her glasses off, holding them loosely in one hand while pressing his handkerchief to her eyes with the other. There's a few quiet, gasping sobs, and even if she asked, she wouldn't be able to tell him just why. Maybe it's the finality of the thing.

She balls the handkerchief up in her hand and presses the back of her fist to her eyes, trying to take several deep, shuddering breaths to steady herself before extending her hand, holding out the crumpled handkerchief to try to prompt him to take it back.]

[cheats]

[ He doesn't waver when she starts to cry, even though inwardly, there's more of a conflict than that. The only people he's ever truly seen cry have been Lizzy, but then others, like Madame Red, Joker, and Doll... Though the latter, he would prefer not to think about. He tries to associate these tears with Lizzy first.

He takes the handkerchief and tucks it away wordlessly, hesitates, then regards her evenly. His expression is serious, but there's a clear softness on his face. He's the kind of person that wants to present himself as the little nobleman, but there's still genuine warmth and concern underneath. ]

I know we're little more than strangers, but...

[ He looks to the side, shyly, but it's brief. He looks back to Peko before long. ]

I cannot do much, but should you need anything, I'll be here. So much as I can be, at least.

[perfectstrike]

[She can't answer immediately; she doesn't trust her voice, just a few gasping breaths all that's really audible before his words really register.

Then she looks up at him, a little stunned to be offered something that seems like a kindness. HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO HER, PEKO PEKOYAMA.]

I...

[She really doesn't know how to respond. She's already partially tried to thank him before so this?? Again?? But she has to get this out.]

You... shall have my assistance, as well. Should you require it, [she manages all in one breath, her hand pressed to her eyes again. Really impressive, Peko. You're so useful right now. She could scream.

But the offer is there, at least.]

[cheats]

[ He understands that it's difficult, and he had half expected the offer to be rejected in a moment of emotion. It did feel like overstepping his bounds slightly, so he's glad that it's not only accepted, but accepted as well as it possibly could be, really. Ciel gives Peko a smile, and though his genuine smiles are always a bit dull and soft, the warmth at least carries easily. ]

Then it's my honor.

[ He bows his head respectfully, then when he straightens, looks back too the grave. ]

Though I've intruded long enough, probably. I'll give you time for yourself, Miss Pekoyama.