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

[feistytrader]

[Who's loaded up on cookies? Silver's loaded up on cookies.

He's still not particularly in the best of moods, but he goes up to Gold anyway and actually takes note of the split lip.]

I didn't realize I got you that bad.

[Oops.]

[uncouthhatcher]

There's a reason we've gotta wash the sheets now, dude, I was bleedin' all over them.

[look. look at what you did.]

I'm probably gonna have a sweet scar from it though, so it's whatever! I'll work it.

[feistytrader]

...I don't know. I'm pretty sure you've had worse before.

[Silver, don't crush his cool scar dreams-]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Silver.]

You'd better hope I do, 'cause I'm plannin' on makin' you a little cake as thanks for gettin' me a nice new look for girls to dig.