AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY

[pecker]

[Boy everyone is so bloodthirsty tonight. And now a kid is dead and another is gonna execute. Do y'all need some baskin robbins, because it seems like you do!!! So before everyone can leave, Niwatori raises her voice louder than it's gone before now to draw a little attention, and then deflates immediately when she actually gets it.]

Excuse me, please! U-um... this case was really hard, and I think we could all use some time to cool our heads before we finally go back. So... ice cream? Who's with me?

[she'll lead the pack there and anyone else can go home or to visit Clarisse on the set of Orange is the new Black.

Niwa's not that good of a host though, she just gets her own ice cream and lets everyone serve themselves. Who is she to limit your freedom. (Someone who doesn't want to be partly responsible for a Millium Monstrosity, that's who.)]

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[snideper]

[By the time Clarisse ends up in the jail cell, all the energy has been lost from her.

She sits on the floor, her back against the wall, facing the side wall instead of the entrance. Her breaths come so slow and shallow that her chest hardly even rises and falls; if not for how occasionally her unfocused eyes blink, or how tight her arms are folded in front of her if you look close, she could already be dead.

She doesn't acknowledge anyone as they enter. She may not acknowledge them at all.

Her hair has been plaited into a sloppy braid, strands uneven and tangled in places, over one shoulder. The hair pin some of you might have noticed during the pocket check keeps the braid in place—but only barely.]

[odasaku]

[ oda's not sure why he visits her in the first place. it's not like they were close...but maybe it's not about that at all.

the point is that, in the evening, oda decides to go to the jail cell, his footsteps quiet and light despite his size. ]

Clarisse. Can we talk?

[doublelammy]

[Millium does not go to get ice cream with the others, at least, not immediately. Instead, she goes to the cell.

The feeling is different, this time, seeing Clarisse behind those bars. Knowing what she'll be doing come morning. It's different, because there isn't one at all.

She wraps a hand around one of the bars of the cell, keeping a steady gaze on Clarisse as she speaks softly.]

I just want to know. Why him?

[That's all she's here for. She'll go once she gets an answer, but she's not leaving without one.]

[marmoron]

[Never been fond of Clarisse or anything, but there's a few things he's curious about still, so he's here to visit. Does he expect to get any answers? No.]

You put up a tough fight.

[protectandselfserve]

[you know... it's not like he genuinely liked clarisse, but she made things interesting. and you know... there are other reasons he's here, but.

eh.]

Well, it's going to be a lot less exciting here once you're gone... but I suppose there's nothing that can be done now, is there?

[robitussin]

[A good while after the trial ends, she enters the jail. She seems uncertain coming in here; she didn't do this for Nine, and she was certainly more fond of him than she is of Clarisse, though it's not saying much.

All the same, there's something she's been wondering about. She just isn't sure where to start, so it's with something blunt rather than niceties.]

So. Why'd you do it?

[carbide]

[Olympia is here! To mock her? To tell her she's a bad person? To stare at her? That last one seems more likely, but it's still wrong.]

You are human, but your existence is similar to mine.

[burgerprince]

[It takes a while for Jughead to bring himself to see Clarisse but he does eventually get there. Whilst he did bring his notebook, he leaves it in his pocket for now, and just stands, awkwardly, by the bars. After a moment, he speaks up, trying to maintain a flat tone.]

Hey.

[streetwolf]

[Wayne's about as happy as he was at the end of the trial. Which is not happy at all.

But he's here even if he's not got a lot to say. He's had plenty of time to think but there's still not a lot. So he just plonks himself on the ground not even attempting to be quiet.]

Hey...I'm still pissed at you for being right you know?

[If only he was good with words.]

[yonosoymaria]

I saw myself in you. That's why.

[It's an answer to a question she didn't ask, offered up after about half a minute of hesitant little false starts. He crosses over to sit outside the bars, then.]

Your reasons were different, of course, but I didn't know how different until - but it's selfish. I was being selfish, and I am now....

[Aaaaand another awkward pause. Is he really looking for absolution, here? Absolutely, because good life choices are for people who aren't some kind of generations-removed Belmont descendant with a death wish.]

[quickpersuader]

[Kino accepts the invitation and settles down with blue moon ice cream, serene as ever. This is, legitimately, fine. Everything is as fine as it can possibly be in this scenario.]

[pecker]

[This IS fine, Niwa is honestly more tired and stressed from being in the trial so long as opposed to any human ties. So she feels comfortable approaching the fine Kino with curiosity.]

Oh... what flavor is that?

[odasaku]

[ well, oda seems to take the offer for ice cream. not because he's a fan of it, but because he just needs to take his mind off of...all of this.

so there he is, sitting in one of the farther away seats with his small cup of vanilla ice cream, because he's a boring, boring man ]

[pursuitofdeath]

[The familiarity of this situation-- Oda's never been in this place before. But he has. And even if he would say to Millium's face that he won't stop her... it doesn't stop it from reopening old wounds. Feelings he didn't expect to revisit so often here.

...he's not here to eat.

Instead, he just sits at the chair next to Oda and after five whole seconds of awkward silence and peace--

He flops over; his body leaning against Oda's side.

...caring about people is exhausting. He doesn't know how people do this all the time.]

[marmoron]

[And here;s Keith looking like he's not even sure why he agreed to come to this little party. He's standing by himself in the corner with an ice cream cone in hand, Looks like strawberry ice cream of some sort.]

[yonosoymaria]

I... misjudged you.

[Because it is totally normal to block someone's way out of a corner and say something like that completely seriously while holding a sundae dish full of what appears to be far more marshmallow fluff and hot fudge than actual ice cream. ]

[pecker]

[Niwatori's treating herself with a sundae done similarly to a Japanese parfait, with alternating layers of fruits and ice cream and a big dollop of whipped topping. Although she seemed as nervous as ever when traveling with the group there, her nerves do relax as she takes the first bite. Letting out a little sigh, she fidgets with her spoon as she glances around at the others who came with her. She's actually never done this kind of thing before. It's weird. Should she be trying harder to take everyone's mind off of things? Well, for now, she'll just try to make pleasant with those who have come.]

Thanks for coming with.

[prayerwheel]

[ Little known fact: delicious food can be used to lure Azura to places she would not otherwise go to.

Which is why she's here, actually. She's picking at a cup of Neapolitan while absently staring out the window. ]

...you extended the invitation, so it would be rude of me not to take it.

[clearities]

[ While Sakura herself takes up the invite, it's only when she's finally eating her strawberry ice cream that she can finally let it all out. She's been burying her feelings, even though she's not very good at it. So it's only when she's eating that the tears start to fall from the sides of her cheeks. And they just don't stop. It's all too much for her. She can't handle it. It's too much. ]

[odasaku]

[ after eating his own boring, vanilla ice cream, oda goes to check on sakura. after all, millium seems to be doing much better than most of them.

but when he sees sakura crying, oda knows that he has to do something for her...although he doesn't know what. ]

Hey.

[ he'll sit next to her and wrap an arm around her in a comforting gesture. to show her that she's not alone. ]

[pursuitofdeath]

[Dazai attends, but he’s much quieter than usual. And he’s not even bothered helping himself to any of the ice cream. He knows it’s good. But he’s rather exhausted. Caring for people is a tiring practice. But Oda is here and he’s not leaving him to his own right now.

What results is just him kind of wandering about uselessly in a thoughtful daze.

But if you want to talk to him, he’ll listen.]

[robitussin]

[Natalie doesn't come to the ice cream parlor after the invitation is given. She stays in her room for a while, but when pacing the floor doesn't help with her restlessness and sleep won't come to her easily, she simply leaves.

She isn't seeking anyone out before she makes it to the park, taking a seat on a bench. Should anyone come across her, her legs are pulled up to her chest and her arms are wrapped around her knees as she looks up at the stars. She looks lost in thought, troubled - it's not a surprise that most people would be, after all that.

Still, should anyone come her way...]

Yeah?

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus comes towards her on his way to another pigeon grave, Gerard by his side. As he sprouts another flower to lay on it, along with a rock dropped by Gerard, he hears her speak.]

...I apologize. I simply had business here. [If she looks, she'll see him in the middle of laying down the flower.]

[relieable]

[mister irony over here is eating orange sherbert. yeah. he is that kind of person. it’s the only thing that brings him humor on this day.

what is the Sergeant’s game? why are these kids involved in this mess? why does Osomatsu feel like he could reach any of them? he’s a giant dumbass who isn’t even good at helping out his own family. he should just go to the tavern tonight.... except that he doesn’t want to be alone right now]

[silvertongueheir]

[...well, he did promise, kind of. So this is the one exception to him not approaching anyone. Franciscus leaves Gerard to swallow some ice cream and comes over to Osomatsu's table.]

Hello.

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus makes a brief appearance at the party, getting a small bowl of Swiss chocolate ice cream to share with Gerard. He won't approach anyone, and can be seen holding his secrets envelope, flipping through the pages of text screenshots. After the ice cream is done, he and Gerard leave for the park.

There, one by one, they visit some small mounds in the ground. Gerard waves a wing, dropping a small rock on each one, and Franciscus makes a yellow flower grow from each grave.]

park

[burgerprince]

...Big fan of dirt, huh?

[Jughead's gaze focuses on the flower growing from the mounds, though the bird creature does get the occasional glance.]

[unfashionably]

[ ... Another rough one. He isn't much in the partying mood, but last time sitting around by himself in an empty room didn't help his mood much. So... here he is, at the party and, yeah, he's chewing on white spoons. If you pay attention, you might even see him swallow the pieces. This is a pretty weird choice of comfort food.

At least he has some vanilla ice cream in front of him too.

Later, if you aren't in the partying mood and wanna wave him down, he'll be wandering around the town. It's aimless strolling, but fresh air always helps him clear his head. ]

wandering

[robitussin]

[She avoids the party and wants to avoid most people, but when she leaves to clear her head, she happens across him. He's... one of the few people right now who could make her stop in her tracks, even if she hesitates before she says anything to him.]

...Hey. I wanted to, um...

[She trails off before revealing what it was she wanted to do, though.]

[streetwolf]

[After visiting Clarisse and speaking to who he's got to at the party. Wayne heads of to the Casino, he's not much over a gambler. But they have the punching machines he can whale on.

So that's exactly what he does. Taking off the jacket, hoodie and sweater vest and rolling up his sleeves to do it. Occasionally there's an angry growly noise. But this is how he's going to spend his afternoon. Unless someone he recognizes walks in. Then he'll stop and stare. What'd you want? He'd speak but he needs a moment to get his breath back.]

[carbide]

[Olympia is here! She's having some... okay, she's just straight-up eating a bowl of sprinkles. They're easy to [technobabble] and she doesn't have any reason to pretend she cares about flavors.

Her face remains completely blank. She has a lot to think about. How will the others see her now? How close did she really come to being executed? Will Millium be all right? What about the person who commands her loyalty? But she isn't letting any of those thoughts show right now.]

[doublelammy]

[After the failed attempt to visit with Clarisse, Millium pops by the ice cream social. She's not going out of her way to talk to anyone, but she does spend some time eyeing the flavors before deciding on some cookie dough.

Just one scoop today, though. She's not much in the mood for more, as she doubts anyone is.

After getting her ice cream, she wanders back to the spot she's taken to sitting more often than not when she visits, and pauses when her foot sticks to the floor a little.

She glances down, eyes a little wide. The floor looks clean enough, but it looks like whoever cleaned this place didn't quite get all the residue of her and Bakugou's little food fight...

She taps her foot against the floor a couple more times, as if testing to see if the stickiness is really there. Like she's looking for some sort of confirmation.]