Monika (
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locked_down2018-08-25 09:38 pm
Doki Doki After Party Club

[Later into the evening, everyone will find familiar handwritten notes on their doors. It's pretty obvious who it's from:]
---Monika
[Those who decide to come will find nothing has really changed in the cafeteria, but Monika sitting at one of the tables while Shirou cooks in the kitchen. She has a new stack of notebooks and pens with her in case someone needs it. Monika does her best to greet everyone with a smile. The only real comfort though is the smell of good food.]

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Oh! H-Hello, I'm glad you came. How...are you doing?
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[He's not looking too good...]
As well as I can, I guess... How are you holding up?
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Every time something like this happens, I feel like a different person.
[Monika is strong. To do this so soon after...that.]
And...you?
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[Mitarai has no idea how Monika feels about him, but it's better to greet the hostess than not, right?]
I wanted to thank you for the notebook. It kind of adds to the team feel when you give all of us the same kind.
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[ irritated shrug ]
I'm Tess, I guess, since we haven't actually met yet.
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I've got some things to...think about, but I should be- a night's rest will be good. [ A small, forced smile. ] What about you, Monika? It's...so wonderful of you, to put this together.
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[ He doesn't... like that someone died. Not at all. But someone who had killed so willingly and knowingly, without a care... it leaves him hollowed and confused. Watching Mishima die had been so many other emotions, and this is just on the opposite end of the scale entirely.
And he misses Yoosung a little bit more. ]
It doesn't get any easier to see.
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So, that was something, huh?
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Hey........................ That was awful.
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But people might notice that, just like the trial, there's no trace of emotion in his eyes. ]
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Emiya... are you okay?
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Hey, you got a minute?
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It does seem like he's looking for someone in particular, but if you want to snag him before he vanishes again...]
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Need help with anything?
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...nothing bad has happened to her yet so. She's... she doing. And honestly she'd rather spend this last time with the Apprentices than anywhere else if this is really it.]
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Hello Megumi. Do you want some more coffee?
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cw: alcohol use
[ Osomatsu turns up at the cafeteria eventually. He sits at one of the tables and chugs the Bakon Vodka he brought with him before slamming the bottle on the table and burying his head in his arms. ]
[ Judging by how empty the bottle is (and it's a large bottle!), he's clearly been trying to drown his sorrows in booze. So yeah, he's pretty drunk. And the Bud Light he already drank as well didn't help. ]
[ If anyone approaches him, he'll lift his head and say: ]
...What?
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No, he's just sitting at a table, with a notebook open. He's not writing. Just drawing. Doodles of little ravens and wolves, mostly. Sometimes some other animal or a skull. And, now and then, some little stars.
It's rare seeing him working on something quietly rather than getting in everyone's faces. But you can always approach him.]
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You're a good artist. [she says it without much tone.]
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It’s a (shoddily) handmade piñata, shaped just like your esteemed Todd! Just the thing to lift everyone’s spirits!
What’s inside, though? That’s for you to find out!]
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[There's no hesitation in her voice, but why would there be?]
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cw disordered eating themes
[Mitarai is staring down at this food and gets a good few bites of a light part like rice before his utensils still. He really doesn't want to eat anything else. In fact he would much rather be right back in his soundproof room. But that's the place where he failed to prevent a murder. And he still doesn't have any good plans to remove despair from the human heart, so that means his only idea is to do what he thinks Yoosung would have wanted. Which is eating a meal in the cafeteria. It's totally fun and what he wanted to do!!!!
Just... any second now, get the piece of meat into your mouth...
His tablet is flat on top of the notebook and pen he got from Monika, as if to anchor the items in place and mark them in place. If you didn't get to see his shitty little anime at the trial, now is as good a time as any.]
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It'll definitely be fine.
Definitely...
No, she can't do it. She walks back to the other corner of the room, never actually laying eyes on him.]
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But how was she to channel the new energy she felt? She didn't feel like being all smiles per se, but just looking around the cafeteria got her thinking.
Soon enough, Maya's slowly making her way around the edges of the room, inspecting the corners, sections of the walls, mumbling to herself. She's even got one of those notebooks and is jotting things down in it, all professional-like.]
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Are you looking for something?
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Doris, on the other hand, sees no use on staying in that room. She decides to go spy on everyone. If someone sees her, she has a strategy: make it look like she's an unintelligent machine under that guy's control.
So yeah! Maybe at some point during the afterparty you'll look aside and see a hat with a lens, the center of the lens glowing with a green light. The moment someone sees her she hides behind a table, behind a chair, or behind food.
Want to investigate?]
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Doris?
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It's fine. At least he's got coffee. Feel free to come say hi. He didn't want to be here, but it beats not-sleeping in his room. ]
Yeah, what is it?
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Um, I...
[This might literally be the first time in Mitarai's entire precious little life that he has overcome his anxiety to directly approach someone with whom awkward things happened, which means he has exactly one role model. With both his hands at his sides he bows ninety degrees at the waist. At least his eyes are shut with determination, so it's not a true faux pas of only making eye contact with the floor.]
I sincerely apologize for all the inconvenience I've caused you!
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Well, honestly, she's not very hungry. The sound of the blood, even when she didn't see it, brought back some unpleasant memories.
But, eventually, she...wanders in, looking tired, not touching the food, and just...grabbing a notebook to stare at and not-quite write in. ]
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How are you doing?
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