cartesianism | AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY

AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY

[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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[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.]

[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.]

[ 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 ]

[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.]

[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.

[ 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. ]

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[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.]

[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?

[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]

[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.]

[ ... 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. ]

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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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on the next episode of orange is the new black