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thelockedplace2025-05-10 05:42 pm
nothingbadeverhappensto) wrote in thelockedplace2025-05-10 05:42 pm
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[Week 1 Afterparty] Now kid, I know I haven't been a perfect man
That all sure fucking happened, didn't it?
Again, Leon walks out of the crypt with blood on him that is not his, and it's absolutely no comfort that he didn't even get the worst of it this time. He spends longer than he means to washing it off in the bathroom sink, going over and over and over things in his mind, before gravitating towards the kitchen to see if Luis is looking to play host to another wake. When he doesn't find him, Leon decides he might as well try to put something together himself.
Thankfully for him and also everyone in attendance, he gets plenty of help. Otto, Garry, Yuri, Lortel, and Shauna all lend a hand in the kitchen, which leaves dragging the furniture from the library back into the sitting room to him. Before long they've got a spread of snacks and drinks - better than he would've probably done on his own, having planned to make something that could be eaten quickly to efficiently replenish energy after a whole day spent arguing as opposed to like. Something tasty.
Once it's all set up, he'll go scouting around the now considerably more sensibly laid out house, knocking on doors and telling people that dinner's ready in the sitting room. Once he's at least told everyone he could find, he'll be standing guard/being a wallflower in there. Second verse, same as the first.
Again, Leon walks out of the crypt with blood on him that is not his, and it's absolutely no comfort that he didn't even get the worst of it this time. He spends longer than he means to washing it off in the bathroom sink, going over and over and over things in his mind, before gravitating towards the kitchen to see if Luis is looking to play host to another wake. When he doesn't find him, Leon decides he might as well try to put something together himself.
Thankfully for him and also everyone in attendance, he gets plenty of help. Otto, Garry, Yuri, Lortel, and Shauna all lend a hand in the kitchen, which leaves dragging the furniture from the library back into the sitting room to him. Before long they've got a spread of snacks and drinks - better than he would've probably done on his own, having planned to make something that could be eaten quickly to efficiently replenish energy after a whole day spent arguing as opposed to like. Something tasty.
Once it's all set up, he'll go scouting around the now considerably more sensibly laid out house, knocking on doors and telling people that dinner's ready in the sitting room. Once he's at least told everyone he could find, he'll be standing guard/being a wallflower in there. Second verse, same as the first.
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You are wayyyyyy too nice to me. [ SIGH ] Okay, okay. Come with me.
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What do you like to eat? I never see you at the table. You hide away like a mouse.
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[ glances at her. ]
I'm not, like, always hiding. You guys aren't the only ones who can get lost in the halls.
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[ Aha. She feels validated! What a weird thing to feel triumphant about. ]
Those are Earth foods, right? A lot of people here are from Earth so they might have cooked up your favorite.
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Uh, yeah, they are. I ... guess I can take a look. Maybe if I'm lucky someone made, I dunno, at least some curry.
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Oh, you should definitely try this! And this!
[ It's not curry, but have some baked treats scooped onto your plate. ]
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[ blinks rapidly, but just … lets her have at, if it makes her happy. ]
I’m gonna overdose on sugar.
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[ Never heard of overdosing on sugar. Saying so, Anemone pops a tart into her mouth and ushers Pratibha onwards... past the salad selection and to the main course. ]
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That seems very like you somehow, [ she chuckles, following along. ]
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[ Another odd bit of Anemone wisdom. When you're in a murder house and every meal could be your last, wouldn't you rather go to the grave eating what you like? ]
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[ has friend.exe installed correctly, is she doing this right ]
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... That's back this way.
[ Given she had scooted right past the section, Anemone takes Pratibha's hand and leads her the opposite direction. ]
I like pies and those tarts with jam in it, and cake and pudding and muffins...
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Right, of course. I forgot your favorite thing is literally just sugar. [ SHE’S TEASING! ]
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1/2
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But doesn’t just laugh once, or quietly, or briefly. She bursts out with laughter and keeps going for a good few seconds, totally losing it.
What was the last time she’s laughed like this? ]
Pancakes and soup. The meal of champions. [ she’s DYING ]
1/2
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But at some point she has to put a pin in it. She gives her a friendly jab with her elbow. ]
Less laughing more eating.
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Fine! Fine, let’s go sit down, jeez.
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[ Next to her, of course. Anemone swipes some food off a charcuterie board for herself and back to the dining table they go. ]