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AFTERPARTY 1; LATE SUNDAY
[It never rains. It pours.
Tamamo has no qualms about death. She has no stake in this murder, nor any real attachment to the dead. But she voted wrongly. It was not a close vote, yes, but she was wrong all the same. If it had not been for the overwhelming suspicion of everyone else...
Well.
Just a minute or so after leaving the trial and that execution by hellfire, Tamamo leaves a voice message:]
I am inviting everyone to my room in the Sakura Inn. I was planning to make a feast for just myself, but...
[Yeah.
Tamamo has spent the last two weeks wisely, collecting every fresh piece of meat she can find in the fridges (in any) and asking room service for their spare ingredients. Though the apartments seem... strange to be in right now, she only knows one good kitchen here, so it'll have to do.
When everyone does arrive, the tables are laid out like a true feast. Where did she even get the tables from...? However, Tamamo herself isn't in a happy mood. The food, though made of not the best ingredients, is pretty good. Some dishes are a little over cooked, though. A sign of her frustration?]
Please, help yourself. Cooking is stress relief for me.
Tamamo has no qualms about death. She has no stake in this murder, nor any real attachment to the dead. But she voted wrongly. It was not a close vote, yes, but she was wrong all the same. If it had not been for the overwhelming suspicion of everyone else...
Well.
Just a minute or so after leaving the trial and that execution by hellfire, Tamamo leaves a voice message:]
I am inviting everyone to my room in the Sakura Inn. I was planning to make a feast for just myself, but...
[Yeah.
Tamamo has spent the last two weeks wisely, collecting every fresh piece of meat she can find in the fridges (in any) and asking room service for their spare ingredients. Though the apartments seem... strange to be in right now, she only knows one good kitchen here, so it'll have to do.
When everyone does arrive, the tables are laid out like a true feast. Where did she even get the tables from...? However, Tamamo herself isn't in a happy mood. The food, though made of not the best ingredients, is pretty good. Some dishes are a little over cooked, though. A sign of her frustration?]
Please, help yourself. Cooking is stress relief for me.