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]

[a little puff of air that could almost be a snerk. when she speaks, though, her voice comes quiet, and there isn't really any emotion to it, not even any of her usual snark.]

Is that how you're all celebrating out there?

[like. .........yeah she kinda does actually but she can't just say that???]

[protectandselfserve]

I'm not sure if it's that much of a celebration, but... well, it's something to do after a long day, I suppose.

Anyway, I've got to thank you somehow.

[snideper]

You're all thrilled to see me gone. Don't think I don't realize.

[She doesn't sound terribly affected by that, though; only quiet and hollow. While she doesn't turn to look at him, the next sentence makes her shift in place, just so.]

What the hell for? [If she has found any emotion over it though that feeling is suspicion.]

[protectandselfserve]

Well, Rissey, like I said, I thought you were fun.

[no one escapes without the nicknames. no one.]

But really... in a roundabout way, I'm sure you did a few people a favor there, killing someone this week.

[snideper]

[these past few days i was like "it is an absolute goddamn tragedy that clarisse has to die before getting a stupid nickname from gant" and i am OVERJOYED

Clarisse, however, absolutely is not, and, ah, there's a hint of her ever-familiar scowl; she even turns a little towards Gant so he can see it!!]

Rissey? Don't.

[But she turns away again, looks unfocused towards the floor.]

Kept your ugly secret quiet, huh? Whatever. Picked a lousy time to show your appreciation.

[That just sounds hollow, too, though.]

[protectandselfserve]

Well, it's not like there was another time to do it. Maybe if you'd gotten away with it, it could've been under better circumstances... but eh. That doesn't change what's happening now.