trusthell | 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.]

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[Caren looks over to Misa and nods slowly.]

I'm not going to say what you're thinking. But we do need to watch now.

[ She...appreciates her not saying "I told you so". ]

Misa-Misa still doesn't think that we should totally keep to ourselves, but...you're right. We should be careful...

I'm glad we made it, in any case. Even if that trial was nothing we were prepared for.

...We should do everything we can not to let it happen again.

People are going to get desperate. Everyone wants to escape, and there's only so much space.

So basically what you're saying is to prepare for the worst?

We don't have anything else to do. Not here.

...If we go around every day like killing each other is inevitable, there's no way the rest of us are gonna get out of here safely.

But you can't bring yourself to trust a stranger, because then you're afraid you'll get killed.

Catch-22.

That again. There has to be something else to do to get out.

...Any ideas, then?

No. I can't think of anything... I should, but I can't.

Why are you putting the entire weight of this Vault on your shoulders?

Because somebody's got to.

But isn't it easier for all of us to take it on together, instead of 25 brains working separately?

Do you still trust everyone here?

Misa-Misa just doesn't think we should take on a situation like this alone.

I don't know if we can afford not to.

In times like this, I think Light would say that, if you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't...then "do".

[ No he probably wouldn't but she can believe that ]

Who is this Light, anyway?

My boyfriend! He's the best in the whole wide world! Misa-Misa can talk about him all day long!

He... must really be something?

He's a genius! A super genius! And he's sweet and very, very romantic!

[ in your dreams ]

It sounds like you're very happy back home. Love is a nice thing to see. Exciting, right?

It's wonderful. Light...really helped me through a tough time, honestly. If it weren't for him...

[ She probably wouldn't be here right now. ]

[Caren smiles, though it's subdued, still thinking about the rest of the day.]

No wonder you like him so much.

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