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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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If it's taken by force, it's still kidnapping no matter what the goal is.

[avatar wan's mystical teapot, hopefully he doesn't look like that because of the food.]

Well, back home I'd call it good old fashioned Water Tribe comfort food, but the actual name is akutaq.

[Geez, Mouri isn't doing a really good job distracting the poor guy. He awkwardly starts moving away]

Oh. Sorry about that.

I, um, I am going to, eh, go over there. If you need anything just call, okay? Um.

[...that could have gone better]

True, But man oh man! It was an adventure of a lifetime.

[He smiles fondly.]

We all made a lot of good friends there.

Well, I hope there aren't any murder bunkers around besides this one.

Oh, I see. Yes, I... definitely can see why you're asking that, precisely.

...that sounds awful and I really hope that never happens again.

There's nothing like fond memories of the good old days, you know?

[...or at least the little things that kept you going in the, uh, "good" old days.]

I'm sure I'd never really be able to get as good as my mother's even with all the right ingredients, though.

...Judo's a martial art, isn't it? That... isn't really the worst plan, though, thinking about it. There's no reason we can't get a little rough as long as we don't aim to kill.

Really? And here I was thinking I was clever for figuring it out, as it seems like it would almost be impossible to guess.

[...he's laying it on so thick.]

But no, color coordination is certainly a thing where I'm from, too, although it has nothing to do with days of the week and everything to do with elemental affinity.

Anything you want. Even if you're not too good with words, the dead can appreciate their intent.

[Even if it's like a "fuck you" or something.]

The weekdays aren't that important compared to representing the nation you're from. It's... just certain cultures that do it, let's say. Elemental affinity is that bending business, isn't it?

What's your family like? [ He realizes he's been asking him a lot of questions, and he hopes shrimp dad doesn't mind that - this conversation is a nice distraction he really appreciates. ]

Okay. [ He's quiet for a bit, simply watching the flames flicker and dance while he tries to think of something good to say. Words are difficult, especially right now. ]

Zagin, you're a dumbass for goin' and getting yourself killed. But at least you went out doing what you enjoyed.

That fuckin' bastard... I want to punch him in the face.

You know, maybe it's just that we make a good team, at least when it comes to, ah, functions planning.

[...well, compared to Light, I guess he isn't]

...let's just hope that the next one ends up being for a less unpleasant reason.

[She hasn't seen Black all night, amazingly enough, and catching a glimpse of him in the storage room gives her some ease of mind as she steps in to ruffle the boy's head in the middle of one of his books. Into one of his books.]

Here you are! I've been looking all over for you, kitten, what are you doing in here?

[It is her lifestyle that lends to it, mostly, but having the mentality she does from growing up the way she did doesn't hurt. She glances back up at him, grinning lightly.]

You take care of yourself too, doc. We can't lose our only medic so early on.

I'm more than willing to learn.

[How else are you expected to understand more, right?]

The best way to know more is to see it again, but--

[OBVIOUSLY THAT'S A BAD IDEA.]

I'd rather not, as does anybody else either, I assume.

More like a bad parody of one.

[It's not justice at all. Its just making people send another person to their death and knowing it.]

I'm alright.

[Well, as 'alright' as he can get. He's never been 'alright' for a good while already - this may be difficult, but its certainly nothing too new.]

I'll do my best.

[A wry smile here. Honestly he'd rather focus on everyone else, but its slowly sinking in how people were trying to depend on him...

Yeah, its not really the kind of responsibility he's prepared for. But without any other choice, its what he has to deal with.]

...I don't know. Have you said anything? I get the feeling you knew them better than me, and... honestly, I have pretty mixed feelings about the both of them at this point.

[...he wishes he could wholeheartedly condemn them, but he can't. Why can't he, though? It's not like he's some weak little kid.]

[That'll earn him a gentle hair ruffle.]

Well said, kid. When I keep that in mind, it's easy not to be too sad about his going... though I would've liked to try cooking someone's phone with him around.

[It... still is hard having someone that felt like kin torn so suddenly, but going out fighting -- and fairly asked for one -- does mend it a little.]

I don't blame you, one wasn't all too social, ended up being a vampire, and put us all in danger and the other was, well. Zagi.

[And as much as she adored Zagi, boy was he something.]

... I've said a few. Mostly wishing them a good trip to the heavens and that they rest without a fight from now on, that Kamui's brother stays safe. [It was hard not to overhear him and Black's talk, for her. She'd introduced them to be friends at Truth of Dare.] Just things like that.

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