This is fine. It's fine. We're fine.

[sharpasanarrow]

[Well that was.

Something.

Underneath everyone’s door they’ll find a slip of paper, in shaky calligraphy, that reads:

INVITATION

Meet in the Dining Room.

Do not bring alcohol of any sort.

Upon arrival into the Dining Room it’s clear that this is very much...not a party.

The center of the room is cleared of all tables, and instead has all the chairs arranged in a circle, facing inwards. On the tables pushed to the side are jugs of water, cups, plates of saltines, and several hastily-made pamplets that read on the front ”How to cope with Child homicide” that contains an advisory list:

1. Try not to think about it.
2. Do not get hysterical.
3. Crying is permitted, but keep it within a reasonable volume. (For the consideration of fellow mourners)
4. Maintain civility
5. Do not plunder the belongings of the deceased.
6. No drinking or gambling your sorrows away. Set an example.

Standing in front of one of the chairs already is Mr.Arrow. He clears his throat as people start to slowly come in.]

I gathered you all here because I believed it would be conductive to group morale if we all worked through our feelings regarding recent events. Talk about your feelings with one another, but not with me.

[He steps back a little, out of the circle of chairs, in what seems to be an invitation for people to sit down and discuss with one another.]

Comments

[bestchefinparis]

You're not on the Isle right now.

[Maybe there'd be no harm in not being so dismissive since you're not there. It's all about the location]

[sneezelikeakitten]

[kghkwrejhndsvkjrnkvjnrkjdnvskjvwndscsvdkasj ddmrsd ERROR DIPPER.EXE HAS STOPPED FUNCTIONING







All hopes crushed]

Please don't die.

[nachosquire]

[Oh. Hades. That's fine. They're trapped by the greek god of the underworld. That's fine.]

H-he wants your souls?

[Marco echoes that, back to looking extremely concerned for her.]

How... I mean, how did you get there in the first place? He-- he said "they" voted for you.

What happened, Star?

[keyofimagination]

Fine, once I'm done talking to them you can chat all you want.

[upgradeit]

Tadashi! [He means to say something cool, but he's just crying for a second.] You - you look terrible.

[There it is.]

Don't they have brushes in the afterlife?

[kickbuttseatnuts]

That's my baby your mocking there! I nurtured it strong and carefully, making the right tune, selecting the perfect lyrics... It was hard work!

[sorrydoods]

[Deep breathes deep breathes!]

I-I am, b-but that's not important! Where are you? What-what happened?!

[He needs to know!]

[hallotween]

Everyone else is getting to talk to people...

[astronomics]

I... thank you?

[ THAT'S. HUH. Wow her cheeks are getting kind of warm, uh- There's an amusement to her voice at least, tempered by a little bit of. Something else. ]

I do my best.

[hallotween]

Thank you.

[sneezelikeakitten]

[Soooooooooooooooos you're not gonna be happy]

I'm in the Underworld. [Oh boy just say it] I kind of died.

[truecalling]

Yeah well, tracking you down wasn't easy.

[She knows. And she wishes she didn't. Moana didn't want him to have to pretend he was fine for her sake, but it almost felt too cruel to admit she already knew what happened.]

...but I'm here now. [...] Which, okay, that's not the best thing. But maybe... maybe I can do something to fix all this.

[What, she can't even begin to imagine. But they both know that won't stop her.]

[theduck]

[far off-screen]

You think? You don't even know?

[bestchefinparis]

It's...a bit amazing you're in a mood to eat so much.

[Rémy had figured nobody would have appetite, but look at you! Not that...you look too good, Louis. Rémy looks like he has gotten a bit better by now, but anyone can see he's trying to force himself to be okay]

Stress-eating?

[tadaishi]

[Don't cry, he'll start crying and that'll be embarrassing for both of them.

And omg rude.]

Probably not. But I'm still uh...alive, actually. Right now.

[Things that aren't important: Tadashi's death count.]

[downtonabbeast]

It was. [He nods, a pained expression creeping onto his face...and then he takes a drink.] She was tricked and murdered by a sea witch.

[forgottenfounder]

I'm sure you'll get your turn.

[Or not. He doesn't expect anyone to want to see him.]

[keyofimagination]

I'm sorry I don't have a photographic memory of how every single magical object works in the multiverse.

[sorrydoods]

[*Record scratch*]

Y-you what?!

[DEEPER BREATHES DEEPER BREATHES]

[toogoodforhim]

[oh god don't :3c at him he's gonna flush bright red at that, though being acknowledged as Maui's boyfriend with such a note of approval keeps a grin on his face.]

He's- he's...yeah.

[Without thinking about it, his fingers trace the outline of the tiny, glass-looking hook hanging from his neck.

The grin disappears to a small, restrained cringe when she mentions Gaston.]

I'm fine! I-I, uh... Gaston and I were kind of... in a bad place. [But he manages to laugh a little.] He deserves it, give him all you've got.

But- but be careful, he's... well, he can be... angry. When he doesn't get his way.

[ilovepuppies]

Yeah. And if you're here, then he wants yours too.

[Star then noticeably freezes up at that next question. Suddenly that torrent of TL;DR just dries up. She had been hoping, however feebly, that she could avoid ever telling anyone she knows about that. But that Randall guy squashed that pretty thoroughly.

"They" voted for you. Marco isn't dumb. He's had to vote for two people so far. He knows what it means.]

Look, I...

[She bites her lip and glances away for the first time since they started talking.]

Jane wasn't... the first accident.

It's Your Boy

[keyofimagination]

[When Rod officially contacts them...]

Hello, as I've told Moana, my name is "Rod". I'm a part of the group that's attempting to get you out of this manor. However because of the situation you're in, I cannot go into too much detail into the how, to prevent risk of being overheard by the unsavory sort.

And I request that you keep our presence on the down-low and don't attempt to figure our where we currently reside. The moment they find out where we are, the moment this plan falls into pieces, and I dread to think of what punishment they would have for us.

But believe me when I say that we do have a plan to get you out. Please don't lose hope.

[truecalling]

Yeah, but-- we should have camped out together. We didn't... we didn't think about how scared those kids must have been, hearing that pounding when they were all alone.

We won't make the same mistake twice. And when they realize that, they're going to realize that they can't just push us around.

I'm going to do everything I can to get us out of here. This... it's gone on too long. And I'm not going to stop trusting you all.

[hallotween]

[and after everything and she also pushes Rod out of the way--]

Hi, Marnie here! I don't know any of you guys personally, but if you could just hand the mirror off to Ratigan's ex-boyfriend, I'd be really grateful!

[sneezelikeakitten]

[YOU'RE BREATHING TOO DEEP, SOOS]

S-Stan knew! I thought you did, too! [Dippin Dot isn't happy that you all got dragged into murder mayhem like he did.]