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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[princessantly]

[ Alisha hadn't really made the connection at the time-- but her worry levels are already beautifully high, so it's not long after he makes a pretty piteous noise that she's heading over. ]

Faize-- what's wrong?

[symbologic]

[He looks up, eyes still wide as he points to his throat.]

Burns. [His voice is raspy and strained, as though he's had strep throat for days or something. He tries to clear his throat and immediately regrets it. A mistake. But at least he can speak slightly more clearly because of it. Only slightly.] If it's like envy last week, it should pass overnight.

[princessantly]

[ Envy...

... The sudden headaches some of them had experienced. Rhys' arm flopping spastically.

Then, with the victim and the murderer-- ]

I'm sorry, I shouldn't make you talk then... [ She says it automatically, levelly, even though her expression is looking increasingly concerned. ] Do you think water or tea might help?

[ Yes or no questions, those are fine. ]

[symbologic]

[He smiles faintly.]

It's alright. [He'll just use as few words as possible. He can take it!!] I don't it will, but... can't hurt?

[Well...not more than it already does, surely.]

[...right?]

[princessantly]

[ She's just going to press a finger against his lips, one eyebrow quirked in a you're dooming yourself, you know manner. Don't make it worse, Faize!! ]

I suppose we'll just have to see, if you don't mind accompanying me.

[symbologic]

[Mission accomplished, Alisha. You actually got him to shut up with that move. All he can do is nod in response, cheeks now flushed slightly pink for some reason. Maybe because he's still standing near the fire? Yeah, that's gotta be it. It's just too hot.]

[princessantly]

[ Sometimes she is capable of Great Things. Or just Mild Things, but either way, she'll draw her hand back when he nods and offers him a smile, turning to walk towards the hotel. ]

I just hope you're able to sleep tonight...

[symbologic]

[He follows after her, opening his mouth to answer without thnking, but closing it before actually saying anything. Right. He still has a Silence status. He'll just have to get creative with body language.]

[...]

[......]

[If only he were a little more creative. A smile and nod is about the best he can do here, even though it really doesn't convey "I'm sure I will be able to manage," as well as it could.]

[princessantly]

[ ... May he never have to resort to interpretive dancing, honestly. But Alisha seems to get the idea-- or at least is hoping that means "I'll be fine", so she nods in response.

TO THE KITCHEN FOR PERFECTLY NON-DRUGGED OR POISONED WATER. ]

[symbologic]

[HE WOULD NEVER. He's an embarrassment, but not THAT much of an embarrassment...]

[BUT YES, TO THE KITCHEN. FOR WATER. And definitely not coffee, he doesn't even want to look at coffee right now. Even though he's pretty fond of it. He really wishes he could talk though. It's one of those rare occasions where he actually wants to break the silence instead of basking in it. But alas, he's been thwarted by sinner magic.]

[princessantly]

[ Faize, pls, this is for your own good! And even if it's just a really aggravating throat problem, Alisha's still rather anxiously hovering as she hands him a glass. ]

If it's possible, you should probably head to bed as soon as possible. The sooner you can [ hopefully ] sleep this off, the better.

[ Don't be like Gilbert! ]

[symbologic]

[Ugh but what if he wants to be like Gil-- no. No, that sentence cannot even be finished as a joke.]

[He takes the glass, then smiles and nods in response to her question. That was definitely the plan! There's not much point in staying up if it hurts too much to talk normally.]

[princessantly]

... I'm sorry, you've likely already reached that conclusion on your own. I just--

[ Still so anxious, so fussy, she's twisting her fingers together. ]

There isn't much I can do to help.

[symbologic]

[Okay, so she just handed him that glass of water, but he's already going to put it down. Just real quick, because he can't really put his hands around hers to try and stop the anxious finger-twisting if he's holding a glass. Stop that, he's fine. Better off than Kurisu, at least.]

[He shakes his head gently, still smiling as he tries his best to convey that "it's alright" using facial expression alone.]

[princessantly]

[ Excuse you sir, the Physical Contact To Encourage Silence is her shtick-- except it works, because her hands still in his and she blinks up at him. Somewhat sheepishly. ]

You don't have to reassure me, Faize...

[symbologic]

[Look, normally, he wouldn't go this far but a certain SOMEBODY decided to silence him so he gotta. Because he can't just use his words.]

[He frowns in a pouty sort of way before shaking his head. Yes he does, apparently. Because this really isn't anything to worry over. He just needs to sleep it off and he'll be fine in the morning, you'll see! nbd]

[But with that, he lets go of her hands and picks the glass of water back up. Because he may as well finally drink this since it was the whole reason they even came here.]

[princessantly]

[ Look, if he wants Adele to set fire to his throat, that's his loss!!

But the pout is cute - which she won't comment on - and Alisha sighs a little and leans against the counter tiredly. He's right, she knows. Like the others, he ought to be fine come the morning.

But that doesn't mean she likes seeing him in pain. ]

[symbologic]

[HE WANTS NO PART OF HIS BODY SET ON FIRE, TYVM.]

[Once he's finished the water, he...does whatever it is they do with dirty dishes around here. Do they leave them in the sink for mystery housekeeping to take care of? Do they have a dishwasher? Whatever it is, he does that, before turning his attention back to Alisha.]

[Unsurprisingly, the water didn't really do anything, so he's still not talking. So he taps her shoulder instead, gesturing towards the door with an eyebrow quirked questioningly. Shall they go or is there some other pressing reason to stay in the kitchen.]

[princessantly]

[ Totally no pressing reason, except to honor Kurisu's passing-- yeah, no pressing reason at all, so she nods and steps forward. Yep, they can go upstairs now like tired kids. ]

[symbologic]

[Alright, then he'll just follow her lead once more because that was working out pretty well before and why fix what isn't broken? Upstairs we go!]

[princessantly]

[ Well, then! She'll even walk him to his door (because truly, it's such an effort), before she offers him another smile and turns to go. ]

Sleep well. I hope you feel better in the morning.

[symbologic]

[Faize, once again, nods. Surprise, surprise. But this time hesitates a little afterwards, not yet closing the door to his room. Dare he risk wishing her good night? It's just two words! Four, if he adds "thank you" which he also wants to do. If only there was some way of conveying something along those li-- wait. What's that thing Rhys did the first time they spoke?]

[Double finger guns. Yes, the solution to his dilemma of the moment. This will clearly get at least get part of his sentiment across. Never mind the fact that he looks like a complete dork while doing it because what are these strange Earthling gestures, he just doesn't know. At least he didn't try and throw in a wink along with it.]

[princessantly]

[ ... She has no idea what it is he just did, but sure OKAY FAIZE, she's going to take that to mean... he'll be fine? Probably??

Rhys never double finger gunned her, she has a lot to learn, but she'll depart with a wave then. ]

[symbologic]

[Ugh, he tried. This is what he gets for mimicking Rhys of all people. NEVER AGAIN, FAIZE. DON'T.]

[A wave though, he understands. That...that is probably what he should have done. Whoops. So he'll just do that before disappearing into his room so he can try and sleep this throat bullshit off.]