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

[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:

Try not to think about it.
Do not get hysterical.
Crying is permitted, but keep it within a reasonable volume. (For the consideration of fellow mourners)
Maintain civility
Do not plunder the belongings of the deceased.
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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Of course you can, Kim. [It's been an especially Rough day for her and wanting to check on friends back home is far too understandable. It's how he figured out they could do this after all.] Just say out loud who or where you'd like to see.

[ She has a few instant thoughts. She won't...linger, for long, not really. She just needs...something. Anything, after this disaster of a day. First, and she doesn't feel a single bit of shame for this, it's her mom. A deep breath. ]

Show me Madeline Hart.

[ A woman with some bare resemblance to Kim, with fluffy hair and a bright smile...but there's no smile right now. She's on the phone with someone, talking about...ha, talking about her, actually? Something in English, not French, which is weird because her mom's in France. What...exactly is...

The connection's kind of fuzzy. It's...a little hard to hear, which is strange, comparatively. But she can make out enough.

A chill goes down her spine. Sick program. My daughter.

Well this is bad. Urgently: ] Show me Zordon.

[ Like, there's no surprise where the literal floating ethereal head in a jar is, she knows the Command Center got uh, a renovation let's call it, but what she can make out from there. Stretch scanners. Unrelated to the invasion-

Kim goes a little more pale and swallows. ]

Show... Show me Tommy Oliver.

[ And with this last one, there's a boy, Kim's age. Tall, long hair. He's in some kind of red spandex thing, but his helmet's off. There's others around him, all in different colors. He's... She can't make out what he's saying, but you know, Kim's pretty good at reading lips.

We have to find this mansion and get her out of there.

The connection is too fuzzy. She's a bit too shocked to focus on how tightly-clenched her heart is. ]

[ WELL. That's. She looks up, her voice kind of shaky, but a little more...angry? Determined? Something- than it's been since the start of the day. ]

Guys? [ Clears her throat, speaks up louder, for anyone still there: ] Guys, I think... This is being broadcast more places than we realized.

[oh heck]

How do you mean?

The connection was, um...it was off? But my friends and family were talking. They were talking about me, and being unable to find me and- and the manor.

[ That little hitch in her voice, one that should be kind of unfamiliar? Closest she's sounded to this is when she's yelling at Randall, or Gaston. ]

They're showing this to our loved ones? [That's goddamn horrifying and the first thing that flood to his mind is Maurice.] That's even more monstrous than we could have imagined.

They're- they're monsters. All of them.

[STAR BUTTERFLY SCREAMING IN HELL]

[Well that just gave him the worst sense of Dread he's felt today.]

B-broadcast? What do you mean?

The- the people from the other rituals. We're being broadcast to them, right? These- damn sickos are showing our families too!

[ yeah here we are. kimberly hart is fucking pissed ]

[Yeah that. That just stuns the teen right into horrified, wide-eyed silence.]

[And then after a moment or two he suddenly bursts out laughing the most forced, put on laugh he could ever muster in his entire life.]

Hahahahahahahaheeeeeey mom and dad! Everything is a-okay here, hahaha!!

[He looks around himself suddenly, looking for a camera to speak into but finding nothing he can clearly see.]

This is all just--- j-just some big.. uh........

[s w e a t]

This has nothing to do with me moving to Mewni! Star's fine and I'm fine and everyone is having a great time so please don't make me come back home----

[marco.exe is having a bit of an issue right now]

[ hahahaha oh god and now she realizes there are So Many Secrets that the world knows about her now, screaming internally ]

Oh... Marco...

[ Just...pats the poor boy on the back. Yeah, same. ]

[he's dying, kim

i mean not literally, jane already died for their sins today]

[ at least this distracts them a little from their crushing guilt for not saving jane-- ]

[Hahaha sure. Sure, cool. That's exactly what he wanted to be proven right about.]

Oh god - Aunt Cass.

We're not going to let them keep doing this. Not to us, or anyonewe care about.

[ ...It's a bad time to start making promises again, but she's too righteously pissed. ]

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

no subject

1/2

no subject

no subject

no subject

i swear i sent this ages ago, the heck, past me?

it's chill it happens

no subject

no subject

no subject

1/2

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject