week 2 - execution & aftermath

[vicedirector]

seven vices execution & aftermath ♫ sunday After everyone has voted, the paper and photos will disappear. Miata will usher everyone outside, only allowing them to grab their coats and weather-appropriate gear, and lead them to the bonfire. Floating in the middle of the flames, a list appears, clear as day. >Gather? victim culprit cast setting rulebook

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[fourleafcleaver]

[They're done. The trial's over. They got the right guy, didn't execute her—thank goodness they dismissed her as a possibility early on but she definitely spent too much of Saturday panicking a little.

Someone more reasonable might deal with exhaustion on top of everything hurting by hauling off to their room. Not being that someone, Clover plops down to take a seat in the snow and collapses back. She's just gonna lie down here for a little bit?? You know, like you do???? Clover you're gonna get tripped over.

The smallest, squeakiest mumble from the ground:] Finally done with that crap.

[hopefragment]

...You okay?

[Crouches down next to her instead of sitting because um he doesn't want snow all over his butt?? He might be more used to the temperature by now, but that doesn't mean he wants to be cold(er) and wet.]

[fourleafcleaver]

Never better.

[was that sarcasm young lady, excuse you]

Super comfy. [She tries to lift her arm to give him a thumbs-up and gives up like halfway through.] Ugh.

[hopefragment]

Hah, yeah, I can tell.

[Wait no hang on-! Let him grab that arm before it plops back into the snow.]

C'mon, let's get you back on your feet.

[fourleafcleaver]

Hey, ow! [Ugh don't just go grabbing girls Hinata!!!!! Instead of smacking him away or otherwise throwing some kind of temper tantrum (consider yourself lucky), she makes a grabby hand at the air with her free hand. Help her up.] Owwuuuughhhh, fine, fine.

[stupidly]

[Clover may be tripped over, but she's also totally living the life he wants to be living right now, honestly. FREE AND ROLLING IN THE SNOW... But alas, he's too tired and Victorian for that, so he just sort of leans over on his way past to make sure she's, you know, alive and all...]

You shouldn't stay there too long.

[She's gonna be week 3's pneumonia death?!]

[fourleafcleaver]

Probably not.

[She makes absolutely no indication that she's going to start moving anytime soon, just kinda rolls her eyes to that she can look at him without moving anything else.]

Oh well.

[stupidly]

["OH WELL", good lord. Well, he can understand the "haha nope, not gonna move for 100 years" sentiment, at least...]

Are you feeling unwell? [...] Er— because of those strange effects, I mean.

[He'd imagine all of the surviving suspects are feeling pretty unwell right about now, except maybe Poland who was a free bean from the near-start.]

[fourleafcleaver]

[Being a teenage girl means her deep dramatic sighing skills are mastered on an innate level, and here comes one of those legendary sighs now. Being so tired only adds to her ability.]

Right, those are a thing. That's probably it. Yeah. [Another sigh, this one mildly less totally done.]

[friendboned]

[Clover water u doing]

I WASN'T AWARE HUMANS ENJOYED LYING IN THE COLD, WET, SNOW.....

[fourleafcleaver]

They don't, usually.

[said without any movement at all]

[friendboned]

I UNDERSTAND, HUMAN....

[A dramatic pause!!!]

YOU MUST BE DEVASTATED THAT MY BRILLIANT PLAN FAILED ON A TECHNICALITY.... BUT NEVER FEAR, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL GIVE YOU AN EMOTIONAL PIGGYBACK!! [Usually when Sans does this he has to drag him home, but....]

AND A LITERAL PIGGYBACK. BUT FIRST... TO FIND A PIG!

[fourleafcleaver]

[He isn't even allowed to finish before she starts whining again, she hears "piggyback" and just—] Nope, no, don't touch me, [starts rolling over like she's gonna try getting up, gives up halfway through] aaauuuughh, no.

[americanbeauty]

[Lucy relates, these after trial aches are the worst. Although she doesn't feel anything this time.

But still! Clover was not found guilty. There was no doubt in Lucy's mind so she crouches down next to her with a small smile.]

Are you okay? I can help you back inside.

[She will make hot chocolate or something, there's been enough coffee for today.]

[fourleafcleaver]

[Lucy is too good for this nonsense, and, as such, worth actually sitting up for. Clover only makes it like halfway to actually sitting up but it's way more than anyone else got.]

I'll be good. Maybe just, like, gimme a minute. [She's trying this whole smiling thing herself with debatable success. Things hurt but she's trying.] Good job kicking butt at the trial again.

[americanbeauty]

[That's a good smile in her opinion! Shaky is acceptable after everything she's been through.]

I wish there was a way to ease these phantom pains after trials. [Like, they go away by the next day but it's just rude. Way to dampen a victory, murder town.] You did a lot more than me! I don't think I could stay so composed if I was being suspected. You're amazing, Clover.

[fourleafcleaver]

Amazing? I don't know about that... [Except yes, continue saying nice things about her; the ego-stroking is enough to even get her to sit up semi-properly.] Heehee, thanks. Thanks for believing me, too, Lucy.

[Generally she goes the sass and slightly less rude remarks route instead of the actual gratitude one, but Lucy deserves a proper thanks. ~friendship~]

[lastgirl]

Hey.

[She comes up from the side, just to try and not spook Clover.]

Sorry you had to go through all that.

[fourleafcleaver]

Oh. Hey.

[Buddy's a gem. The apology isn't expected but Clover's grateful for it, even if the closest thing to an expression of gratitude she is capable of making ever is just kind of, like, trying to start sitting up to talk to Buddy semi-properly. Points for effort.]

Well, I made it out okay. [for...given values of okay...... still not leaving the snow] Nice work getting everything figured out in there.

[lastgirl]

[Don't worry Clover, because Buddy lowers herself down to the snow to sit on her legs.]

You and Poland both were never considered that much, so you got lucky it seems. Guess you were only suspected because you may have bee the last to see Kurisu alive.

[fourleafcleaver]

Well, of course I was gonna be lucky. [Never too miserable to crack jokes about having the name Clover.] That and the coffee, I guess. Didn't help.

...Ugh, I told her to protect herself. [She makes like she's gonna drag a hand down her face and just kinda ends up giving up and hitting herself. The attempt at an exasperated harrumph that follows just ends up a sad sigh.]

[princessantly]

[ ... Well, after a bit of letting her rest, Alisha will walk over and extend a hand. ]

I think you'd be better off resting somewhere a little warmer.

[fourleafcleaver]

[She just kinda. Looks at the hand. Looks at Alisha. They aren't particularly exasperated or judgey looks, she's just kind of is taking in the fact that the hand and Alisha are both there and that the former belongs to the latter. G...give her a second......]

Probably. [She's so resigned-sounding about it.] But I'd have to, like. Move to do that. [Her life is so hard.]

[princessantly]

... [ Well. ] Ah, if moving is too difficult, I think I could carry you on my back.

[ YOUR VERY OWN NOBLE STEED, CLOVER. ]

[fourleafcleaver]

Seriously?

...I'm tempted.

[PICTURED: A GIRL WITH HER PRIORITIES IN ORDER she even starts rolling over like she's actually gonna stand up]