week one afterparty ★ where is this warmth going? when it's tomorrow, it'll vanish

[excavated]

The day had ended on a rather solemn note, with not just one innocent dead, but two.

Both the Great Detective, Erika Furudo and the magical girl known as Cure Aqua, Karen Minazuki were killed in cold blood, and all that was left behind was a pool of blood that acknowledged their deaths. And yet, in spite of that, they had to move forward... 🗈

Of course, in spite of the lingering feeling that hung in the air, the possible suspicion that would probably stick through them for the rest of their stay here, if not for the rest of their lives.

Being used to death, he knew very well the sting of having blood on your own hands. He understood too well the consequences. But he didn't want people to simply just blame themselves for something that wasn't entirely their fault.

Which is why after a while, he goes on ahead to search people out to tell them that if they would prefer not to be alone, they can come to the dining room and that there will be food. For those who stay in their rooms, however, they'll find a neatly handwritten letter:

To the one who might read this:

We're dealing with a difficult time and I know that because of this turn of events, that people might start to distrust one another and even make the decision to not face the future. But I don't want to hide and run away from our present; I want all of us to face the reality and change the future so that it isn't a sad one. I'm certain that the two that we lost would not want that from us, either.

Feel free to meet me in the dining room if you wish to mourn, or if you'd wish to not face all of this alone. Nobody deserves to be alone on a day like this. Food will be provided. Don't force yourself to come, though.

- Syaoran

Set up in the dining area are a lot of various comfort foods - a lot of soup based dishes, kebabs, hot pots, you name it. Even if the times are difficult, especially with the results, at the very least there's a small glimmer hope, right...?

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[foundationmods]

[As he rings it, at first it sounds...dull.

Like hitting wood.

But as the smoke turns into fire....

a beautiful bell tone rings out, as the bell is heated.

What happens next is almost instantanious.

First, There is a loud rumbling from outside, near the statues.

Secondly....the room they are in suddenly bursts into flames on the corners, the door they originally came from swinging open.

Huh. Looks like wheatley was right three times.]

[goldenmaniac]

Wheatley I will never doubt you again!!!

[literalidiotball]

[Suddenly, Wheatley wishes he wasn't right for once.]

AAAAHHHH! RUN! RUN!!!

[GRABBING TAKUMI AGAIN AND DRAGGING HIM OUT THE DOOR, NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Good God!

[He's going to drop the mallet and bolts after, shouting directions to run in]

[foundationmods]

[As they run, each room bursts into flames. Even when they reach the end, the chapel itself bursts into flames, and they have to make a mad dash to exit among all the pews.

Congrats. You burnt down the chapel.]

[goldenmaniac]

[Once they are clear he stares up at the fire]

....we're all so going to hell.

[Let's try and see what made that loud sound with the statues?]

[literalidiotball]

[Wheatley is a robot. He should not sound out of breath.

He sounds out of breath anyway.]

Oh god... That was horrible... Make Ruler do it, I'm not going in there.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He just... hope that the truth wasn't burned down with the chapel]

Well, I am the one who technically committed arson... it's only fair.

[foundationmods]

[As Ruler falls on his knees before the statue, he may notice that the Ophanim statues' wings are pointing towards a certain spot in the mansion.

They're pointing to a Library window.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He looks at the wings, and then where it seems to be pointing at, his eyelid twitch]

God damn it!

[goldenmaniac]

[Takumi follows his gaze]

...seriously. "Enter in silence."

Is... it's a joke.

[literalidiotball]

What? What are we screaming abou-

[Enter in silence...

Wheatley looks where the other two are looking.]

. . . You are bloody kidding me.

[improbablenotimpossible]

I bloody wish! This is complete Bollocks!

Arrrgh... Let's... just go see.

[goldenmaniac]

[Takumi is already stomping back to the mansion, grabbing the first goat he sees to let them know about the fire so they can put it out.

It would be dumb if the fire spread and they all died]

[foundationmods]

[They appreciate this!

The library is quiet, as always. They can clearly see the wings from the statues pointing at a single bookshelf.]

[literalidiotball]

[Did someone get to the bookshelf already? Because someone could have found this while these three were busy burning down the chapel.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Lord help that person if they did. He'll search anyways, they're going to pay the piper anyways for what they did]

[foundationmods]

[Indeed, there's an empty spot exactly where the feathers point.


...oops.]

[beguiledcard]

[ Sooooo... funny story, really. He was hanging out a lot in the library, starting on Wednesday? Then, well... MURDER HAPPENED.

But, anyway, he's sitting over at a table, staring at a book with no title on the spine. There's an indent on the cover, which is circular. ]

[goldenmaniac]

[Takumi doesn't notice Akira, but maybe Akira notices the Good Boy groaning over by the bookshelves]

I almost died for nothing-?!

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He pauses, noticing another person in the room, slowly turning towards Akira's direction, feeling his lips twitch as his eyes fall on the book, exhaling sharply]

[beguiledcard]

[ He hears the exclamation and then... notices the staring...

... Just...

Looking from one side to the other, and then slowly getting up and walking over with said book. ]

Did I miss something...? You guys okay?

[literalidiotball]

. . .

[Wheatley is just staring. Still wearing Takumi's bag. With the bells in it.]

. . . . .

[Intelligence Dampening Sphere.exe is not responding.]

not here

[sotoshini]

[ Tbh if he knew who you were he might send you a thank you card. ]

[anonnomnomnom]

[In the distance, Anon... pops out of one of the mansion windows and comes sailing over, eyes brightening as he takes in all the flames and everything. He sticks his head into the chapel and looks around curiously.]

Heyyyy, anyone here, or did this place just suddenly decide to explode? Did we decide to kill more people?

[He doesn't seem fazed by this, unfortunately.]