From the white lights, the darkness comes...

[sageking]

Today's trial was a mixture of regret, anger, guilt, and second-thoughts. Perhaps some people realized that situations and choices weren't to be black or white. However, decisions were made, and whether it'd be through people keeping secrets or causing a ton of chaos...everyone could probably agree on one thing:

They've made their choices and no matter what happened in the coming days, they will lie in the beds they made for themselves. Whatever that should mean for each and every single person still living here.

That being said, there's still new choices to make. In the days to come, what will those be?

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[foxetious]

[After trial, Gin heads into the smoking lounge to sit and wait. He expects he could possibly have several people who would like to have words with him, and here is a better place than most to entertain guests.


On Sunday he spends his time in the ballroom, doing katas with his sword. An odd sight, considering in the last month no one has regularly seen his sword, let alone much proof he uses is after that first trial.


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[finalring]

Ahaha...I'm pretty good at slacking off when I can.

[ is he really? ]

Maybe I'll sneak off with you one day. To the beach.

[impyroverished]

Works for me.

[He's pretty sure the fate was death. But hey, he's alive. That's...slightly better because it means still being in this mansion, but at least he's not dead.

Emil shrugs, putting the rifle aside]

I don't know for sure what I was doing. When the lights turned off, I saw things like I have all this week, and I just...couldn't think of anything but wanting to shoot at Haku. So everything that was happening would stop.

[boardreversal]

[There's a pause, before he just... gets up, gently taking the hand in the sling and turning his forearm up until it's face up.

At the same time...he takes out a single syringe.

One that might look a little familiar to Romani, because....Rin showed him what it was, before.]

....There's not a lot left. But...it should be enough to help a little bit with the pain, or make it more tolerable.

[He pauses.]

If you give me instructions on how to inject you safely, then I'll follow them. I promise.

[onemolife]

I wouldn't mind the company. [ A pause as he remembers ] San Francisco isn't that far from here.

[foxetious]

[Hello Rosa, in your searching you do manage to find Gin! Saphir might be a more difficult find though.]

Rosa-san, so you do want to continue that conversation?

[ghostricked]

I can't say. Maybe it's just because I've died before- it's not really natural to think of 'how' you die mattering. It's instinct to try and survive no matter what, right?

[golden_dream]

[nods...

Then writes, secretively:

"Not here, private. Back to my room, or yours?"]

[finalring]

That...

[ the look on romani's face as he notices the syringe on battler's hand is...one of absolute surprise. of course he remembers rin's issue with her pain when she was trying to inject herself but...

his jaw tightens, and he has to hold himself back from crying, but he settles his good hand over battler's. ]

Save it. Please. Not because I don't trust you--you need to save that in case someone else ends up hurt. We don't have many supplies left so... don't use it on me.

[boardreversal]

[There's a knock at the doorway.

It's Battler, leaning in and looking right at him.]

...

[Oddly, he...can't think of anything to say.

But...he still feels like he should be here, for some reason.]

[ghostricked]

Everything is more complicated when humans fight other humans. That's just how it is- it'd be easier if you could file everyone into 'good and 'bad' but...

[ghostricked]

That's pretty normal, I think.

[ghostricked]

That's right. What are you up to?

[boardreversal]

Sensei.

[That's...a voice full of something, there. Pain, maybe. Or a mix of a bunch of different emotions that he can't really name.

But it's enough to make him shake his head.]

Please. Just let me do this one thing.

[...And maybe, his own hand is trembling, too.]

[cw_suicide]

[Dazai is in the smoking lounge, uh, smoking.

though he's quick to put out the cigarette when he notices Sissel.]

Sorry about the smell.

[ghostricked]

It's fine. This is a room for it, right? Don't stop on my account.

...you're free to choke yourself. You're an adult.

[Is he joking? Probably since he looks so pleased with himself]

[foxetious]

[Ah. Let's hope Rosa remains at exceeding expectations and can read between the lines.]

Romani is confined to room one due to injury, that's why he hasn't been around. The king has taken to hovering, as well.

[Not today Satan eavesdroppers.]

[zweivoltage]

It's not how people are. Or cats.

[He'll - if allowed - will scoop up Sissel to set in his lap]

I wished I figured that out sooner.

[sageking]

[ Welcome to Heaven or hell, let's rock. ]

Very well.

Was there some kind of change in you recently that I should know of? I noticed a difference towards the end of the trial, as you were well on your way to fainting.

[ Because apparently he didn't smell like butter anymore. That's like, the weirdest thing to say and it sounded so ... ridiculous.

Anyway, he'll follow and sit down nearby him either way. ]

[ghostricked]

[Fuck yeah lap time]

You're young- it's easier to learn that now.

[boardreversal]

...Trying to keep myself busy.

[He's....counting the bullets in the magazine.

He doesn't have to - he knows there's 15.

But he does it anyway.

A certain note is nearby him, just...on the floor.]

Didn't want to drink anything - my head hurts enough as it is.

ballroom;

[sageking]

[ An odd sight indeed. He never knew the man to practice, because of the simple fact he's never seen it, and Gilgamesh had seen much around the house. The only one who had bothered to do as much as a blade seemed to be Ky. ]

Hmph.

I've never seen you bother doing this before. Nor was I aware you would need to.

[ Since technically dead/whatever person. ]

Saturday

[onemolife]

[ Time to drink a tall glass of Gin

Actually he's here to check on the alcohol to make sure that poisoned bottle was taken care of him he spots him. ]

Enjoying your evening?

[ Yawning right after he asks. ]

[cw_suicide]

[well, it's Dazai's level of humor so. he huffs a laugh.]

Still, I'd rather give your nose a break. We'll need it.

[ghostricked]

[Even if he can't read it, he recognizes Rosa's paper and handwriting]

You and Rosa had a fight.

[Just an observation]

Wanna talk about it?