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day three - aftermath
![]() 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 Edea Lee hangs from a red rope noose, as a cackling voices pronounces: Guilty! The ride turns away once more, and comes to a stop. A list of votes has been posted on the wall. You now have the rest of the evening to explore the park, before night comes again. One more thing: because of the successful execution of a VIP today, you now have a chance to vote for a MVP. MVP vote 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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While Ciel would hardly call himself a practicing Catholic (far from it), he's still gone to enough funerals that he can stumble through at least the beginning portions, so he'll murmur the beginning part of the mass with his hands held in prayer. ]
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine...
[ Ciel says the opening portion of the Requiem mass without much trouble, but then straightens from bowing his head in prayer to continue onto something a bit more personal. He crouches by Mahiru's grave, then starts to place photographs that he had gotten from Aya. They're all photographs of Mahiru, photos that Aya had snagged knowingly or otherwise of Mahiru with other people, helping them, and most of all, Ciel had chosen ones where she was smiling. He won't leave them out here, since they're just for tonight, and they also belong to Aya. But he places them carefully alongside what few flowers they could find, even if they're little more than weeds. ]
Those who give kindness so freely are more deserving of a service to reflect that, but this is what we can give. I pray you wake in Heaven at peace, Mahiru.
[ Then once he's satisfied with how her grave is set, he'll step back with a hard, solemn expression, but he'll be here for a fair portion of the evening before collecting the photos and returning them to Aya. ]
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If Ciel happens to glance back at her, her expression will be... difficult to read. Though she's still clearly tired, there's something else to her expression. A kind of hardness, or maybe something almost haunted? It really is hard to tell.
She opens her mouth a few times, as if she wants to say something, but thinks better of it each time, until finally she manages a quiet,] Thank you.
[It seems right that someone mourn her death, after many people here seemed more concerned about Dipper. Peko definitely isn't sure how she feels about it herself, after all.]
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You're welcome. I wish I could do the same for everyone else, but... If it's not genuine, it's barely worth it.
[ Which seems harsh, but he shrugs earnestly. Ciel isn't often one for sentimentality, so when he is, it has to be genuine. ]
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Once it's finished, he also bows his head in a display of respect. He has no photos to give, but he fishes his pocketwatch out of his pocket when he steps near the grave. It plays its chiming little melody when he opens it; unsuiting for a proper funeral, maybe, but he thinks that Mahiru would be at least a little pleased. She seemed to have enjoyed the song before, when he was using his watch to time the oatmeal.]
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I've never heard that song before. What is it?
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She deserved more than to lose her life in a place like this.
[ She looks down the row at all the graves. So many people in so short a time... Gone to this senseless conflict. ] They all did.
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It's true. It's a senseless, cruel game, and I don't understand it at all. Will we have to get used to burying our dead like this?
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she doesn't actually make any move to recollect them, after hanging farther back watching the ceremony like a crow watching over a grave. which is pretty much accurate. she's attended funerals before--some of them hurt, like this one. but life goes on. ]
Would you like to keep one? [ a picture, in remembrance. ]
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I'm not sure. I'm— not one for mementos.
[ At the mention, though, he reaches up to grab the sapphire ring on his thumb and twist it in a circle. ]
For those I've buried before, I hadn't kept much of anything.
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If she's going to wake in Heaven, where do you think Edea's gone?
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Exactly where she deserves to be. [ Which implies it well enough, but Ciel shakes his head ] That's for God to decide, I suppose. She spoke of having pride, but I saw none.
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[It doesn't feel much like a victory.]
"I do not believe myself to be killing." What did she mean by that...?
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[She just shakes her head as she passes by Miko on her way out. Even though they "won," Peko doesn't look pleased about it at all.]
It doesn't matter now.
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After all that... she was guilty all along?
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[He thinks a lot of people are stunned to a certain extent here.]
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[ Natalia is just as downcast, but she puts a hand on Anise's shoulder to let her know she's there. ]
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...We did the right thing. Now, we have an...advantage.
It is a pity, though, that she didn't reveal any information about the others...or maybe, perhaps, it was impossible for her to do so...? It bears thinking...
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What do you think happens after we win? Do you think the people running this game will just let us go home? After everything we've seen and done?
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But she really did sound convinced. Either that, or she was an exceptional actress.
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But any time someone ventures close, she falls silent before much more would be audible, and averts her gaze. Who's talking to a grave like a crazy person? Not Peko.
As night falls, she curls up to rest her head on her knees, and doesn't immediately respond if approached. It almost looks like she's fallen asleep... For a few seconds, anyway, before she's jolting upright. It's pretty comical, actually.]
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They're not for the dead, although she has a few chinsy carnival prizes to place at the graves, later. They're for the living, and Ibuki sits down when she gets besides Peko, not mentioning the talking to the grave thing at all. ]
Peko-chan, when'd you last eat? Ibuki hasn't eaten since breakfast...um, not that she finished breakfast.
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Probably been hit the hardest by the deaths who's still alive since this shitty game's started, yeah. I've heard her mention how she and Kuzuryuu were childhood friends. Mabel might have it hard with losing Dipper, but a child experiencing direct trauma for the first time...
It shouldn't happen. It shouldn't, and the very comparison is sickening because you don't quantify something like grief.
I can't help but look at it anyway, and think to myself, 'this girl is struggling more than Mabel'. Age and experience do factor into things, and if what I've been hearing from Mahiru and Inuki is true, then...
It's probably why I don't really hear her mumbling. Can't really focus even if I tried. I did wander out here not just to visit the graves I've been digging, but because I was looking for her in particular. It's been pretty clear since yesterday that she's going to have a routine, so finding her was easy.
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I should say something. It'd be even more callous, to expect someone suffering an indescribably deep and personal wound to break the ice. ]
...Peko, right?
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Oz comes back to the graves later in the evening, by the time she's dozing off a little. He's got a jacket with him, at least, and he takes it off almost automatically because it can get pretty chilly and the last thing she needs is a cold on top of everything else she's dealing with. But as he approaches to drape it over her shoulders, WHOOPS, nope, she sure is awake!! He jolts a little in turn, surprised.]
Oh—! I'm sorry... I thought you were asleep.
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