week 4 afterparty

[odasaku]

[ well, that was definitely A Trial.

however, oda understands that everyone must be feeling a little heavy, considering the death of someone like jughead and whatever bullshit dazai said earlier.

so, at everyone's door is a note that says the following:

If you don't want to be alone, come to the diner.

There's food.

oda himself is at the diner, although there's no food on his table, nor is he being a very good host of a party. he's just sitting alone at a table next to a window, staring out of it in deep thought. ]

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[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus is at the diner, eating a quiche with a knife and fork. He has a serious expression on his face, his brow furrowed. Gerard is across from him, chowing down on larger slices that Franciscus passes to him. He's muttering to himself.]

I'm never going to end up like them. Not when I have you and Shaun.

...I can't even really say he was giving rich people a bad name.

[pecker]

You don't have to worry. Frasier and Rose were just idiots, that's all. Very fortunate idiots.

[She's still bitter they were somehow able to do all that under their noses.............]

[silvertongueheir]

I admit I hesitated to ask for a handstand test out of concern for her age. It seems I shouldn't have worried.

[Fucking cartwheel grandmas]

[carbide]

They gave us a bad name.

[Olympia isn't eating, which isn't terribly surprising, considering.]

[silvertongueheir]

[He nods.] From what I saw, he suffered much more than the other two victims. [At least Nine and Clarisse knew how to actually aim for a kill!]

[streetwolf]

You're not. You actually have a brain so you're already nothing like them.

[Hey, the one rich person he's actually alright with.]

[silvertongueheir]

[Aw, he's touched.] Indeed. I don't know how that man expected his excuses to hold up.

[streetwolf]

It was so bad, I didn't even realise it was an excuse... Seriously though. What the fuck happened? I was there, but I still don't get it.

[silvertongueheir]

It appears Crane was the one to make the burger, poison it with cyanide, and either leave or offer it for Jughead. Then Nylund happened upon it and added the strychnine, likely because she didn't know it was already poisoned. And decided after seeing Jughead eat it, and perhaps not succumb fast enough, to finish him with the gun.

[streetwolf]

Oh... I get it. She was worried he'd talk. I wonder what they were thinking when they found out two people had done it.

[silvertongueheir]

Probably each hoping that the other one would be the only one caught. Or perhaps hoping to pin it on Oda and Dazai. [Since they're a couple partners.]

[streetwolf]

Yeah. I bothered Kino for a bit but didn't think it was them. I just don't believe Crane had it in him. Not after his big show about getting people to own up before.

The old lady... I don't know. Never talked to her, kinda wish I did now.

[silvertongueheir]

[A nod.] The most I spoke to her was when she was worrying about Gerard being dangerous.

[streetwolf]

Is it? I'm not quite sure what the fuck he is but I'm guessing it's cool otherwise it wouldn't be a pet.

[silvertongueheir]

She was worried about his teeth. Apparently she knows about a movie where resurrected prehistoric creatures go on a rampage. But Gerard is quite tame.

[relieable]

[Osomatsu’s making the rounds at the diner. after speaking to Kino briefly, he notices Franciscus mumbling and meanders over, popping into a seat across from him]

Uh, you okay, there, Francis?

[silvertongueheir]

...I've been better. [He's willing to admit it to Oso, at least.]

[relieable]

[hm]

...It’s hard t’feel like you can trust anyone if you can’t trust an old lady.

[silvertongueheir]

[He lets out a slight groan.] Even when I noticed her hands might fit, I was already excluding her from the possibilities. She was surprisingly good at playing herself off as innocent.

[relieable]

... <small.[a pause, and then Osomatsu sighs]</small. You did really well at the trial, though. Like, you're super smart. I was really impressed.

[silvertongueheir]

[Compliments always cheer him up.] I know his type, after all. Though Keith did will to figure out the smell check. [He'd just figured she'd wash her hands after handling a burger.]

...glares at my html fail in the last tag

[relieable]

...His type, huh? [the selfish stuffy old rich person type?]

[silvertongueheir]

Indeed. I've met some of them, after all, at the kinds of events my family has hosted.

[relieable]

Ah...

[a pause, as he thinks about his next words carefully]

If it helps, I don't think you're like that type at all.

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus lowers his head for a moment, but it does seem like his smile is widening. Though he's managed to tone it down when he lifts it again.] It does. And it definitely makes me glad to hear that.