this is so sad. king dice, play despacito.

[oh_worm]

[ Well, despite her feelings on the matter, Beth sets up another afterparty this week! It's much the same as the weeks before - salad, some hot dogs and hot dog-related products - and cheetos are conspicuously absent, at least as much as is possible. She can't stop people from bringing them, but she can make sure none are around at the start of things.

In addition, though, she went to the art room and grabbed a bunch of supplies! There's a table set up with a piece of paper labeling it "ART THERAPY ZONE." Another table has some small instruments on it, and is labelled "MUSIC THERAPY ZONE."

The food table is labeled "SALAD THERAPY ZONE," don't worry. ]

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[thegreateggscape]

[Ginger lingers outside Otis' room for a moment, drawing up her wing in a fist to announce herself. She soon decides against it, and runs off.

Some 10-15 minutes later she returns with a smoothie, and knocks.]

It's Ginger.

[udderly]

[Otis opens the door and smiles down at her.]

Hey, Ginj. What's up?

[thegreateggscape]

Are you-

[She doesn't really know how to approach the whole...emotional deal. She offers the cup in her hand.]

I brought you a smoothie.

[udderly]

Thanks. [He doesn't really want to drink it.] I, uh - sorry I bailed on the party. I wasn't feeling it.

[Which is maybe saying something coming from a party boy.]

[thegreateggscape]

I don't blame you.

[She'll just put that drink to the side then, there.]

They're hardly fun anyways- not that I'd like them if they were.

[That's an...attempt...at humor? She laughs half heartedly, please join in Otis.]

[udderly]

Guess the one good thing about this is we won't have to listen to more terrible funeral speeches.

[There was an attempt.]

[thegreateggscape]

I think he had too much fun with those. [A laugh, and then a more empty look.] And, with everything, really.

[udderly]

Yeah, everything was just one big joke. [Otis sighs.] Nobody's laughing now, though.

[thegreateggscape]

This place is one big joke. We'll be able to do plenty of laughing when we leave it.

[She sounds...noticeably unsure of the "when" in that statement.]

[udderly]

[Otis laughs slightly.]

Yeah. Hopefully when we leave this will all seem like some weird dream and we can laugh about it.

[thegreateggscape]

[After some silence, she shakily asks.]

We will leave it, won't we?

[udderly]

We will. [He sounds an awful lot like he's trying to convince himself.] I promise.

[SURELY NOTHING ABOUT THAT COULD GO WRONG.]

[thegreateggscape]

I worry about how the girls are doing, and...the more time I spend here the more anxious I get.

[She sighs.]

It feels like we're running out of time.

[udderly]

I get that. It - things keep getting more serious, don't they? And it's just . . . hard, knowing everyone is counting on you back home, but you're stuck here.

[thegreateggscape]

I don’t know how anyone can afford to relax here with that kind of thing hanging over them.

[udderly]

A lot of them are - [Otis looks over at the smoothie, but doesn't pick it up. He'll drink it later, maybe.] They don't have to worry about stuff like that, really. I don't think Gandhi has even worried about anything in his entire life.

[thegreateggscape]

He seemed pretty distressed about the Cheetos, so that’s...something.

[She can’t help but crack a smile at Ghandi’s...Ghandi-ness.]

I’m not sure if I should be jealous of them or not.

[udderly]

Ignorance is bliss, but also . . . he definitely tried to eat the soap after I told him it was soap.

[he's just saying.]

[thegreateggscape]

Why shouldn't someone eat soap?

[She's unaware.]