WEEK 5 MINGLE - AMARANTHUS

[foundationmods]

Another trial, another horrible outcome.

This time, it affected so many people...and yet, they still weren't done.
Who would be killed next?
Would they be able...to handle whatever happened?🗈

Still, things were just the same as they had been the past few weeks.

The goats and servants were still around, and so too were the witches.
It was all becoming routine at this point.
Was that a good thing, or a bad one...?
It was...too hard to tell, now...

...Either way, they were now closer to the end.
So, like always...they had to see it through.


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[improbablenotimpossible]

[Sherlock Holmes arrived a bit late, a violin case in one hand, and a colorful box labelled "Party Poppers" with stacks of margarita mixers in the other, setting it on the table for anyone to grab as he moves off to the side to tune the instrument.

Parties, especially ones as loud as this one would be isn't his cup of tea, but it probably is a good thing to see everyone before the night ends. He listens attentively to the music Gebura and Anon are battling too, before starting to play long for a measure to test if he tuned the instrument correctly, nodding in satisfaction before sitting down with the violin in reach, and drink in hand]

[literalidiotball]

... Hm. These are... Neat. Which end does the confetti shoot out of?

[He's picking up one of the party poppers here. They look neat, judging by how he's holding the operational end near his optic.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

The top end.

[He points, while it wouldn't really heart Wheatley, it's good to avoid any unfortunate eye injuries]

[literalidiotball]

Oh! Thanks.

[His "eye" is glass, but it would be painful so he points that end away from himself AND...

...]

... Wait, how do you even fire this thing?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He picks up one, to show]

You twist the bottom and -

[Pap! Confetti and colorful ribbons sprays out, while it was pointed away from him, he still got some sparkly bits in his hair]

Just don't pull on it like it's a christmas cracker.

[literalidiotball]

Oh!

[He stops trying to pull on it and twists it.

PAP! There go the colorful bits! All over the floor.]

... Huh. Thought there would be more out of that one. Still kind of fun though.

[cryosurgeon]

[Parties aren't Erhard's thing, either, but he can always bow out if he gets too overwhelmed? He shows up actually dressed nice in slacks, a button-down shirt, silk tie, and a tailored, single-breasted vest. You have to dress up for parties, right? He sets aside a bottle of Kahlua and a box of paper streamers-- if someone wants to decorate with them or just do the party equivalent of TPing anybody who passes out they're welcome to them-- and joins Sherlock with a little flicker of a smile on his lips. He's clearly keeping a wide berth from Anon.]

Seems like a happy enough atmosphere.

[improbablenotimpossible]

It does.

[He nods in agreement, noting the Kahlua]

I think it might be need for everyone especially after yesterday.

[A shadow briefly crosses his face at the thought, before offers a popper to Erhard]

[cryosurgeon]

And in light of what could happen tomorrow....

[He takes the popper and aims it upward, unleashing the small explosion of confetti over their heads. It's as close as he'll ever get to pranking or doing anything silly.]

I wish we could forget why we're here for a while.

[anonnomnomnom]

[Anon throws himself down next to him some time later -- the dance battle has wound down and he's all disheveled and quite pleased-looking from the exercise and perhaps the challenge in general. It's a cacophony of noise by now, between people getting into the dances and people picking up all the karaoke stations.

All the same, the ballroom is big enough that there are quieter corners. He glances over at Sherlock with his violin and seems faintly curious about the whole thing.]

It really is a week for music, isn't it? Just how good are you with that thing?

[improbablenotimpossible]

It seems to be, and I believe if I had the desire to, I can play professionally.

[He didn't like what Anon had done, but he was cordial at least. No need to cause unnecessary conflict when they're so close]

[anonnomnomnom]

Professionally, huh? I wonder if we have enough almost-professional musicians here to make a band. That's usually what happens when a bunch of them get together in one place, isn't it?

[Anon leans his chin on a hand and seems pretty content to be mutually cordial.

It's a case of like Master, like Servant, really. Holmes is just a lot less passive-aggressive about it.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Hm, it's hard to say, though it wouldn't hurt to ask.

[He isn't opposed to the idea of playing with others]

[anonnomnomnom]

You'd even have dancers and everything. We have a few of those, actually...

[Gebura is turning into one even if her charm-partner is gone, and then there's Joey...

He hums quietly.]

I've never really heard a violin in person. What do you play, usually?

[improbablenotimpossible]

What's considered classical music, though I've been learning to play jazz and some "Popular music".

[He positions the violin]

How about this one? It's on the more complex end to play, but it's always good to challenge yourself.

[He closes his eyes as his bow seem to vibrate from how quickly he draws it upon the strings, fingers shifting]

[anonnomnomnom]

I kind of want to hear all of those.

[Classical and jazz and popular, he means.

He's a greedy gremlin, after all, though he seems happy to settle down once Sherlock puts his bow to the violin, remaining quiet and watching for the duration of the complicated little song. There's a little applause once it's done, of course.]

That does sound pretty hard to play, and I don't know anything about violins. Is that what classical music is all about?