sevenhorrors | kenkou team post

[ It all feels a little too much like the first day, with everyone doing their best to pick up the pieces after being put through something awful.

Except... there are lasting effects, now. Tifa's doing her best to avoid the glimpses of Sephiroth in her peripheral vision, and it helps if she just rests her eyes. So that's what she's doing as she curls up on one side of the couch and tries to decompress. She's not asleep, just... resting.

There are bowls and plates of food that she's brought back from the cafeteria, as well as some hot drinks. Rice porridge, soup, mac and cheese, and other comfort foods are there for people to grab as needed. Along with some tea. She made sure that was all in place before allowing herself to rest, it seems. ]

( she seems to be the only person not hallucinating actively, so even if occasionally her posture jerks more like a mariontte, she's running around getting food, tea and coffee, but..

eventually, one might hear the soft sound of crying from her bedroom.

... but after midnight, you might hear a frustrated, furious yell- )

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Edited 2025-08-24 03:28 (UTC)

[Dimitri moves through the space like he's the only real person here - everyone else is simply a specter, not actually real. When his eye catches one of them, he looks away quickly to try and focus on something else.

It means he doesn't have to keep up the pleasant and polite prince act anymore. He's distant, morose... sometimes just stares at nothing.

...He's borrowed a book on Japanese folklore from the library. That seems to be his new focus right now.]

( she knows he sees her as a headless corpse, so she tries to stay out of sight now. but azure may find a tray of food and a mug of tea by his side at some point. )

[ It's a terrible feeling, to be crying all alone. Tifa doesn't think that anyone should have to go through that. So, after only a moment of consideration, she raps lightly on the door.

... And then realizes that Snowdrop can't actually reply and let her know if it's okay to come in. Hmm. ]

[ He's definitely still acting off, treating them like they're not really there, as if he assumes they're already dead. It's hard to know what to do about that, and sometimes her attempts to get his attention are completely ignored.

When she spots him with the book, though, she tries to sit by him to express an interest. ]

... Have you learned anything in there?

[ Please, just talk to her. ]

...

( after a moment, the door is opened and she steps aside to let tiger lily in. she's holding the rabbit tight and close, eyes puffy and red. ... ah, she'll need something to write with...

her lyric notebook sits on the desk. she'll just have to use that. )

[ The fact that Snowdrop got up to let her in must mean that she's okay with the company, and so Tifa steps in, glancing down at her stuffed rabbit for a moment. ]

Hey...

I know today was a lot. I just didn't want you to be alone after all that. We don't have to talk or anything, I just wanted to give you some company.

[ Or a shoulder to cry on, as the case may be. ]

( snowdrop flips to a back page, and writes. for once it's not pristine and perfect... )

Saw Mom. Turned me into a puppet. Its why I'm moving weirdly.

[...food and tea appeared.

it's strange. his other ghosts never reached out like this. was something about kenkou different? did they not hold the same resentments, because they were not betrayed? it really feels like these ghosts care for him... strange as it is to think.

he'll have to read up on this more. for now, he eats and drinks.]

[at first it doesn't seem like he's going to answer. he's too engrossed to be distracted by the voices of ghosts. but then, it seems like he reached a stopping point - some kind of conclusion, that makes him put the book down with a contemplative look.]

I had no idea the nature of spirits in Japan was so different. I was remiss in not studying them sooner.

[he's still not looking at her - Dimitri talks like he's thinking out loud to himself.]

( snowdrop isn't expecting much as she walks out this next morning. something meager to force down for breakfast, perhaps an opportunity to check on the others...

but there's things on their table again.

a dull spark of hope lights up and- )

Ah!

( to some it might not mean much- just a slab of dark glass framed with metal and a plastic case. but... to snowdrop? it's a lifeline. snowdrop picks up her phone, and-

... it works. there's nothing wrong with it at all, it's even fully charged. she can't help but sigh in relief, holding it close. )

... Thank goodness...

[polite knocks some time after the cave trial thing.]

( zzzzzoh shit a person's at the door.

...

she'll get it then, though it's very obvious she just woke up... )

... Hello?

[something weirdly familiar about this guy with black hair and brown eyes but sharp features. also voice familiar except lower timbre.

also, Katsumori? colors? on his uniform?

but he's holding out a bag of cafeteria food.]

Hello.

Please ensure that those who can't leave the dorms easily remember to eat today.

( is. that for her to take? she'll accept it but. ??? )

Oh- um. Yes, I will, thank you. ... ( he does sound familiar, but- she never got his name i think, oh no. ) ... I'm sorry, but, have we met...?

( she keeps an eye on him, and at least this can bring her some relief. she hopes it can for him, too.

how late will he stay up, though...? )

[we both forgot to ask names... oh no.]

... yes. I usually look differently.

But this would be the face who did those deeds with that glove I mentioned when admitting to secrets.

Arkham Raven. The other face you've met is Miskatonic Smith.

[ Oh, a visitor! Tifa is quick to open up the door. ]

[weirdly familiar looking dude except definitely not anyone she's met before?

except he does sound familiar, also. just. lower timbre of voice.]

Apologies for disturbing any rest.

[he comes bearing bag of cafeteria foods]

[YOU KNOW THIS GUY AIN'T SLEEPING FOR SHIT

but after a while, once his brain can't handle putting new words and ideas in it, he will put the books away and just... stare into a space for a bit. hollow, aimless, too drained to even get up to exercise.

after a while he starts. talking to himself?]

I'm not distracted. There's... simply nothing I can do from here. [ ... ] Forgive me. I don't mean to make excuses...

[man it's convenient that ghosts can open doors too]

Oh. Hello.

I... don't believe I've made your acquaintance.

A puppet...?

[ Not having full control over her body must feel strange. Tifa isn't sure if that's better or worse than hallucinating, but all of them have their own demons to deal with now.

Not wanting to impose too much, she leans against the wall. ]

Is that because... she always wants you to act a certain way?

... no, I don't believe you have.

I'm another face of Miskatonic Smith's from Katsumori. Do call me Arkham Raven when I have this face, however.

[??? ok]

Of course. Are there... many faces I should be aware of?

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