week 8, sunday post-execution

[socloverit]

[It's getting late, but Clover took her sweetass time getting her weapons configured now that she's got a fun new laser scythe for her collection. The meat cleaver's been set aside for now, and the injection gun is always in her baggy jacket pocket, but she's carrying the scythe while she's wandering the halls, and eventually she peers around the doorway to the viewport, not yet actually walking in.]

Todomatsu?

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[socloverit]

It's—it's fine. [And yes, super awkward, but she can't fault him for that. Folding her arms is more trouble than it's worth with the scythe, so she decides partway through the movement to rub awkwardly at her shoulder instead.

She's quieter as she continues.] I get it. At least kind of. [All the grief piles on and intertwines and losing Light cannot compare to anything else this ship has done to her or anyone, but mournfully muttering asshole is about how she dealt with Frankenstein's letter.] So it's. It's cool.

[she's trying. give her points.]

[todorable]

[It's more than he expects (and possibly deserves, after just barfing feelings all over the place without warning, even he doesn't think he's that cute), and again, it makes sense. He scrubs his face with his hands and latches onto the first subject he can think of to move the hell on.]

So. ...What happens to Dorian now?

[socloverit]

I don't know. [Maybe not the best subject, because her expression immediately twists up in anger, or at least the closest thing she can muster with the energy she has left. Getting, ahem, forcibly vetoed on killing the shit out of him left her sour.] I guess Adrien and Marinette had plans and we're just all gonna go along with it.

[He doesn't deserve it, because he didn't deserve walking out of that conference room alive when Arumat couldn't do the same.]

[todorable]

What a waste.

[People should be angry. Todomatsu was, still is, like hot coals hidden beneath ash, just needing a little prodding to flame.]

Some kids shouldn't be making the rules. If anyone gets a voice, everyone should have a voice.

[socloverit]

Mhm. Too late to do anything else about it now, though.

[by which she means too late to commit a public murder......... Clover why are you this way]

Whatever. [She's pissed, but she's tired; whatevering her way away from the situation is easier than mustering up rage when she can't do anything right now.] Maybe enough people'll get sick of it by next week that we'll do something.

[todorable]

Maybe. Maybe someone'll just kill him. It's a Friday tradition, after all.

[socloverit]

[She only hesitates a little, not because she disagrees but because she isn't entirely expecting that from Totty.]

Maybe! [she almost sounds chipper about it... why, Clover] I wouldn't even vote for 'em. Just on principle.

[todorable]

[despite having brought this up, he still can't stop a stuttered little noise of surprise from popping out. w-well. well. whatever]

Now I really am curious how that vote would work out. Doesn't take all that long for people to put away their principles and follow their guts instead, after all. Maybe that's what this "game" is supposed to be all about.

[socloverit]

[you dug this hole yourself totty

she should be at least a little more uncomfortable but at this point, whatever. if other people haven't figured out how full of rage and vengeance she is by now, that's on them.]

Mm, see what standards people end up with for who deserves to die. That might be part of it. This is a whole lotta work just for data collection, though.

[todorable]

[yes, yes he did. and now--well, now he's going to do his best to ignore that he's in it. luckily, he's pretty good at that, and he recovers his momentum pretty quickly]

It's a whole lot of work for pretty much anything I can think of. I mean, making this place? Fixing it up? The clothing, the entertainment, the food? Wish they'd asked me first, I could've thought of a million better things to do with their money.

[socloverit]

Yeah, well, couldn't any of us. [She snorts, but it's humorless.] They set the bar low. Stupid, so much of it just seems pointless...

[todorable]

All of it does. If they were so psyched to get their rocks off by making someone miserable, maybe they should've started at home and killed themselves, kept us out of it.