i'll wait, so show me why you're strong

[ravagers]

[ Generally, people need time to cope and gather themselves after a... thing... like that. Unfortunately, that's not how Vanille sees it. Her thing is avoid, and once she gets out of that hellhole that's the courtroom, she makes her way to the supplies closet, then to the library. She spends some time setting up things, pushing things aside to make room. Once she's finished, and she's met up with the Party Brigade, she makes enough invitations for everyone. She slips them under everyone's doors, or hands them out if she sees someone walking around.



Inside the library, there are candles set up to provide some soft, comforting lighting. There are pots of tea, courtesy of Mercy, pancakes made by Viktor, and books (picked out by Estelle, of course) laid out on the surrounding tables. The others have provided their own touches, and Vanille's even managed to make something: sugar cookies, which are actually very good. They're flavored lightly with all sorts of flavors--not all in the same cookie, okay--and each plate is marked with whatever flavor she's put in them.

After a successful trial, it's healthy to indulge, right? Let's mingle. ]

Comments

[foundfate]

[Watanuki really, really, really wants to say 'I told you so,' but he can't find it in himself to actually say the words.

The look on his face should be more than enough to say that, though.]

[acherontiastyx]

[...

it takes him a second to notice Watanuki, but he does.

And then he presents a fist in his direction and slowly extends his middle finger.]

[foundfate]

[THE SCANDAL-

Two can play at that game, Guzma. Watanuki's isn't slow, though.]

[acherontiastyx]

[oh, here we go. it's on.

time to whip out the famed DOUBLE DEUCE.]

[foundfate]

[Guzma. You're not the only one with two hands here.]

[acherontiastyx]

[OH SHIT HE'S OUT OF HANDS

HOW DOES HE ONE UP THIS OKAY uh]

Anyway, you're acting like the man upstairs wasn't salivating over the possibility of letting that thing loose on someone the second we showed up here.

[foundfate]

[Okay he's going to say it now, since he's out of hands too.]

I did warn you, you know.

[Okay he warned everyone technically, but Guzma was included in that.]

[acherontiastyx]

...like I said, I really doubt we summoned that thing.

[...he tries to keep the doubt out of his voice, okay.]

[foundfate]

He's listening to us, you know. He said as much.

Even if you didn't summon that thing, the Wordsmith could have gotten the idea from those ghost stories.

[acherontiastyx]

And how do you think he would've dealt with a killer who got caught if we didn't tell any? Some kind of nice, normal murder? Or would we have gotten the messed up shadow thing anyway?

[foundfate]

I don't know! I'm not even going to pretend to understand how that guy's mind works! But making things worse isn't going to help!

[acherontiastyx]

You don't even know it was making things worse! It was a tried and true bonding experience where everyone had fun and got to talk about where they come from, alright?

...

Like, sure, it didn't stop Kyrie from getting her murder on, but still!

[foundfate]

Maybe it started as that, sure! And maybe stories alone wouldn't have been enough to do anything. But when I told everyone not to get the candles involved, because it was part of a thing that actually summons spirits, nobody listened to me! In fact, a bunch of you started doing it! Probably because you wanted to piss me off, I bet!

So don't go blaming me for this! In fact, you were one of the ones messing with the candles, so this is YOUR fault!

[acherontiastyx]

...homeslice, Lusamine started it and you probably don't even register on her radar.

Anyway, why did you even tell it, then? Literally nobody knew about the candles thing until you started on about it.

[foundfate]

Don't turn this back on me! And she's just as responsible as you are!

[acherontiastyx]

Yeah, but she didn't do it because she wanted to piss you off, right? I think I'm gonna blow your mind right now.

You're not the center of the universe. Not as many people care about what you think as you want them to.