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trusthell2016-03-05 04:01 pm
bloodisthicker) wrote in trusthell2016-03-05 04:01 pm
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? OUR TALES RIVAL JUST TURNED INTO A ZOMBIE!
[...so, uh, that was a thing that happened. Tarrlok was completely ready to do the politician thing and come up with a speech or something for most of whatever the hell that excuse for a trial was, but everything got all confusing, baffling, and horrifying and completely inexplicably, he can't find the words.
Maybe he just... needs a day. Tomorrow will probably be fine. For now, though, Misa volunteered to make brownies, and he was going to make a Northern Water Tribe comfort food specialty.
...even if they only had shortening and not actual animal fat and it'd been a while since he'd made it, but it tasted... alright? Definitely not as good as the stuff back home, but it was hard to get that good, anyway.
...there's also the matter of setting things up in a location other than the dining hall, because even though that's cleaned up, it still feels pretty tasteless to hold a wake literal feet from the place you found someone's bloody corpse.
So, a little later on in the day, a lovingly personalized note will be slid under everyone's doors:
And if the Survivors choose to head to the library, they'll find a... well, okay, it's a bunch of boxes from the storage room of comparable size stacked up on each other to kind of resemble a table. The dining hall ones don't even seem like they'd fit in the library, so Team Afterparty clearly had to improvise. One side is filled with plates, bowls, and spoons, and the other is filled with brownies, cookies, and a big bowl of berry aqutak. There are also chairs dotted throughout the room in a sort of vague circle --- close enough together that if people want to talk, they can, but far enough apart that it'd be easy to drag it off for some privacy.]
Maybe he just... needs a day. Tomorrow will probably be fine. For now, though, Misa volunteered to make brownies, and he was going to make a Northern Water Tribe comfort food specialty.
...even if they only had shortening and not actual animal fat and it'd been a while since he'd made it, but it tasted... alright? Definitely not as good as the stuff back home, but it was hard to get that good, anyway.
...there's also the matter of setting things up in a location other than the dining hall, because even though that's cleaned up, it still feels pretty tasteless to hold a wake literal feet from the place you found someone's bloody corpse.
So, a little later on in the day, a lovingly personalized note will be slid under everyone's doors:
And if the Survivors choose to head to the library, they'll find a... well, okay, it's a bunch of boxes from the storage room of comparable size stacked up on each other to kind of resemble a table. The dining hall ones don't even seem like they'd fit in the library, so Team Afterparty clearly had to improvise. One side is filled with plates, bowls, and spoons, and the other is filled with brownies, cookies, and a big bowl of berry aqutak. There are also chairs dotted throughout the room in a sort of vague circle --- close enough together that if people want to talk, they can, but far enough apart that it'd be easy to drag it off for some privacy.]
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[He sees her over there, and she doesn't look like she's doing too well. This is a terrible way to repay her for that party.]
May I join you?
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[ She gives him her best smile when he comes over. The chair next to her is empty, so... ]
Go right ahead! Misa-Misa can use the company, for sure!
[ She's an actress. Let's hope she can sell it. ]
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Thank you for organizing this.
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I just didn't want anyone to feel alone tonight. ...I know what it's like to go through a tough time and have no one.
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[Even if he doesn't know the specifics, he knows Misa still reaches out to others.]
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It was hard, at first. Misa-Misa was in a dark place, once. But I learned I have to carry on, you know? ...I found something worth moving forward for, is all.
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[ She didn't know it at the time, but... ]
He was there for me.
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[That's sweet.]
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He really cares about the world. It's inspiring, to hear him talk. ...He's going to change it one day. I'd bet my life on it.
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[Not... right after that trial, please.]
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[ She curls up a bit more under the blanket... ]
...I miss him a lot, Cherry. I want to know what he would say...if he thinks we did the right thing...
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[Hesitantly, he puts a hand on her shoulder, through the blanket.]
Don't lose hope.
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We're just...going to have to try a little bit harder, is all!
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No one expects you to be happy all of the time.
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It's like with my fans back home. If I can keep smiling for them, then, they can keep smiling, too. That sort of deal.
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[The life of a celebrity is a difficult one.]
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[ They don't. ]
Misa-Misa's already trying to think of a way to bring everyone together again for next week...
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[It is a bit smaller than a dining room...]
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