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i'll wait, so show me why you're strong
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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...Yeah, that's it. They were supposed to do it the day I woke up here, actually, after keeping me locked up for ten years.
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She winces.]
I....
[......]
Have you eaten? Maybe I should bring you something.
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It's not messing me up too badly. All of that, I mean. It's not all that much better here in some ways, but at least this way I have company. This is probably the most people I've been around in the last decade.
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[Who knows how long that will last, though.]
...What do you like to eat? My knowledge on human food is limited.
[She'll probably just get him a huge pile of pancakes.]
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[He will eat literally anything, basically. Prison kind of does that.]
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I'll return.
[And off she goes to the snack table, returning a few minutes later with a huge pile of pancakes and fruit, a cup of tea, and half a dozen cookies.
...Look. She doesn't know how much humans eat.]
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[...HE MAY ACTUALLY DIE but you know what he will die full of food and there are worse ways to go.]
...You know what, it's appreciated.
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[It's said like she's never said it before, but she's trying.]
I don't know what was in that pit, but I do know that I'd rather not see anything like that again.
It's wishful thinking, I know, but...
[She trails off, shaking her head.]
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Yeah, holy shit. I've never seen anything like that before - I'm curious about what it's made of, but I'm not sure I want to get close enough to try to check.
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[Said flatly.]
I don't think that's possible. It had some sort of mass to it, to be capable of doing what it did.
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If we figure out what that something is, we can probably destroy it. That's just going to be easier said than done.
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