Week Two Afterparty: For the people who are Still Alive

[literalidiotball]

That afternoon could not be more confusing.

Not only was the witch who called herself Yuuko a fake, but it turned out the witch who communicated through bird and notes was none other than one of the pieces. And the suffering... Oh, the suffering...

At least nobody else died for now...🗈

In spite of the lack of death, Wheatley was about as shaken up as everyone else. If he wasn't sure he was going to die here before, he is definitely certain now.

But he wasn't going to try and let it get to him. Even if he kind of wished he could consume things in the real world, he's still clinging to the small victory they had in sparing everyone.

On that note, he had the goats prepare a feast, turning the dining room table into a buffet table. There was turkey, fish, granola bars, fish shaped crackers, a giant bowl of frosted flakes, Macaroni and cheese with chunks of fish, fish shaped granola bars... Look, Wheatley didn't quite understand what humans liked to eat at these things, but at least it looks professional.

There's even a large cake in the center of the table. It's covered in chocolate frosting, strawberries, and has a lovely message written in bold white frosting: "WE SURVIVED".

Comments

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He knows what he did, and how others are going to feel about him, not to mention he's not feeling good either way, so he quietly grabs a bottle of whiskey and heads back to his room]

[respring]

[ She waits an hour or two before she seeks him out, just to give him a little time to process everything. But when she does, she comes knocking on his door with...cupcakes? It's a few simple-looking cupcakes on a plate.

They have wine in them. How thoughtful. ]

Holmes-san...? It's Sakura. Can we talk, for a bit?

[improbablenotimpossible]

Come in.

[Came the voice, odd - given the time that passed, it should sound slurred but it's still clear, if hoarse]

[respring]

[ Huh. Didn't he retreat here with a drink? Then again, the fictional Holmes....really liked his elicit substances...maybe he just has a high tolerance. ]

Good evening. Um, I just wanted to check in on you.

[ presents the plate ]

[chaoscontrol]

Wait!

Holmes.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He stops]

Yes?

[chaoscontrol]

.... If I had known you were the Sherlock Holmes...

...... I would have done a much better job trying to frame you, to make a scene worthy of your time. As it was I was just... trying to confuse the scene.

[another pause]

I believe that you didn't know. I'm not happy that you kept those secrets, but... I'm... sorry.

[goldenmaniac]

Holmes-san.

[He doesn't try and stop him but:]

Just know, I still trust you, okay?

[improbablenotimpossible]

...

[He stops, and he actually smiles despite himself, rapidly closing his eyes]

It shouldn't matter to me... but it does, hearing you say that.

[goldenmaniac]

[He nods, smiling]

Take some food in there with you, okay?

[literalidiotball]

Hey! Holmes! Wait up!

[It's the robot, trying to be helpful...]

You doing okay? Uh. I mean I saw everything that went down, but still.

[improbablenotimpossible]

I should be right as rain, once I rest up.

[And indulge in a drunken stupor]

[literalidiotball]

Mh... Yeah, rest does sound like a good idea, but... Uh.

Aren't you hungry? You should probably eat something before you pass out again. Food helps, right?

[youkaiwatch]

[ I mean, this is exactly what Emi did after the previous trial, except she only took a glass instead of a whole bottle. She'll catch up to him halfway down the hall with a glass of her own in hand. ]

I got a bit of a lecture from Anon when I tried to do this last week.

[improbablenotimpossible]

Though I suspect he wouldn't be as generous with me.

[He didn't even take a glass as well as the bottle]

After everyone else gets the chance to talk to Holmes...

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard shows up at Holmes's door with a bottle of kirschwasser and two glasses, knocking lightly. He looks like he might be ready to fall over, but he's staying upright through sheer determination.]

Holmes, it's Erhard. I... there's something important I need to tell you.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He was just starting, a couple of glasses, feeling the tingle of being buzzed, but not quite into tipsy or drunk, but it seems someone else beat him to the punch, as he helps Erhard onto the bed]

What is it... and good lord, you're drunker than I am.

[anonnomnomnom]

[Sakura and others may be courteous enough to greet or accost Holmes either briefly before he leaves or a little while after he's settled in with his mood and his drinks. Anon does no such thing! Anon contemplates the spread, grabs a heaping plate of it, and then makes a beeline for Holmes' window, because apparently that's just how he does things these days.

That, and it's relatively difficult not to answer the call when someone's staring straight at you while knocking on your window. Anon's almost hidden behind a heap of weird fish-shaped robosnacks, but his hair is recognizable enough.

He seems to be in a good mood??]

Open up! Aren't you tired of hiding already? Jeez.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He starts, spilling some whiskey on his shirt]

Anon!

[Holmes reaches to open the window]

I suppose it looks like I'm hiding, but I need to cool my head, and to be honest I am not feeling too great.

[Even if meta-injuries don't carry, he's exhausted]

[fullbodied]

Hey, Ruler, wait.

[she reaches out to grab his arm]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Panther.

[He stops at the grab, seeming surprised]

[clearumbrella]

[ Later in the night there's a gentle knock at Sherlock's door. ]

I'm sorry if this is still a bad time, but could we speak? [ A pause, then, he softly continues. ] If tomorrow would be better, it can wait.

[improbablenotimpossible]

Yessh?

[Holmes stumbles at the door opening it, looking like he had woken up, and perhaps soused]

[kiddatheart]

Yo, wait up!

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He holds up, wondering if he'll actually make it to his room at this point]