[Week 2 Afterparty] If only you'd have known me before the accident

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

That. All sure fucking happened. Didn't it?

Almost on autopilot, Leon starts pulling people aside who look like they might have it even slightly together right now and recruiting them to the task of making sure the rest don't just go straight to bed and pass out without eating all day. Anyone who doesn't seem to have it together but wants to lend a hand to stave off the grief and existential dread can help too. He's not picky at this point.

Without Yuri's tea or Otto's cooking things don't exactly turn out the same, but it's. It's something. Between all of them they get a meal together, something that can be easily picked up and squirreled away to the rooms if anyone really doesn't want to be around any of the rest of them right now, but Leon will insist that they have to come get it themselves as he goes around knocking on doors and shepherding people to the dining room. This is a check-in as much as it is dinner.

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[bouchere]

"Yeah, I know."

They're not, thankfully, lacking in food. There won't be enough left of them soon for food to be an issue, not unless they're going to be trapped down here to the last person. She's still not about to let it go to waste.

"Today was bullshit even if you didn't know them."

[windmilled]

"It feels like cheating, that the house was able to do that." There's a hint of the same anger he let out at the trial, but he's able to rein it in before it boils over, this time.

"Ah, sorry, it still has me a little tense."

[bouchere]

"It needs us to kill. There was no way Yuri or Ranma would've killed the other willingly, and it was time for a death. So it forced their hands."

None of the deaths had been fair, exactly. No one had simply decided they wanted to live more than the other person, except maybe Jade, who'd seemed a little unhinged during his confession. The house had simply escalated things directly this time.