It's a terrible day in the neighborhood...

[superstylishschism]

[Once again, the bulletain board sports a note after the trial. It's in Nephenee's handwriting, and reads:]

Heya, everyone.

Miss Hinawa, Alastor, and I are making the food this week for the bonfire. It'll be at the normal time.
If ya wanna bring something for it, feel free to. We wanna do something a bit more this week.

Let's continue on, and fight for our friends,
Nephenee

[Instead of the usual boxed and bagged snacks from the cabinets, this time tables have been dragged out of the mess hall and loaded with real food. Cookies, cupcakes, pies and other assorted freshly baked goods are laid out for those who need something sweet to counter the sour taste the trial left in everybody's mouth while a few entrees and sides sit out for anyone who has an appetite for dinner.

As before, paper plates are set out by the bonfire, six of them this time. Each of the dead other than Betrayus is represented by a sketch of their face taped to a stake holding the plate to the ground. Each plate has a cupcake and an omurice sitting on it, plus themed cookies: a bat for Ashley, a Pokeball for Clair, a pair of sunglasses for Yomiel, a microphone for Callie, a feather for Pittoo and a boxing glove for Mac.

Sitting alone on a piece of paper with Betrayus' face on it is a ghost cookie. Looks like he gets slightly more than bupkis this time.]