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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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We all make do in hard times.

[These times are definitely hard.]

I think it tastes pretty good, personally.

I'm doing just fine, darling - all of that was a little strange for me due to the...

[The...bodies? The blood. The everything.]

...Well, the all of that was a little strange, but it wasn't bad.

[...Mettaton, do you ever pause to consider that maybe there might be something fucking wrong with you because- ]

[They are such winners here. Seems like only yesterday she was being an asshole with Zagi about Mettaton.]

I meant about actually seeing a body still there, dummy. You might be fine with murder, but like you said, your bodies don't last.

[Learning experience or not, man, it's always rough the first time.]

Well, yours might stick around. I'm not sure what you count as.

Glad to hear it.

[Well, if Cherryblod thinks something's wrong with him, he certainly isn't saying so.]

That means I have to fuss over your wellbeing a little less. ...Just a little, mind.

Yeah, well. It's something you learn when you're faced by certain situations over and over.

[Which comes across as something she's familiar with as well. No use complaining, no use dwelling, just keep going forward.]

Which is something the rest of these people are going to have to learn. There's probably more than a handful who feel guilty they couldn't do anything for Kamui in the end too, that he'd admit to going to such lengths to live, but that's just how it is. There's only so many times you can say "I wish I could've done something" until it becomes annoying.

That sort of thing isn't what we normally do back home, either. Usually our king deals with people who are causing problems, and he's more the sort to sit you down with a cup of tea and try to make you re-evaluate your life as opposed to...all of that.

[Either that or the Royal Guard dispatches them, or Mettaton himself dispatches them, but that's...neither here nor there, really.]

It's not your fault, though. None of what happened was. It's not like you killed him or anything.

[He gives shrimpdad a weary smile.]

Heh, I don't think I could even tell the difference. Thanks, uh...

[He totally does not know your name, rude Taichi.]

It's bigger than here, and we're managing to cram a whole bunch of us in the library just fine...

Cherryblod. I think this is our first time speaking.

[Which is kind of weird, considering how enclosed this space is.]

We aren't doing any actual cooking in here.

That doesn't matter. ...I just want everyone to be okay and stick together, is all. ...I don't think anyone should be alone after what we just had to sit through.

Then we'll just have to try and work together to make enough for everyone!

It might be a challenge. Looking forward to it.

[He'll be up bright and early tomorrow, for sure.]

[ Honestly? That's why she dragged herself here. ]

I'm not sure I'd want to be alone for a long time. I still... [ Ugh. ] I still see it, clear as day.

[Sometime between decompressing himself and before going to the afterparty, Taichi would knock on her door.]

Hey, you doing alright?

[ At least she has something to do with her hands now. ]

I think we'd all be lucky to have a cup of tea made by you.

It can't make up for everything else, but at least I can make things a little less unpleasant.

[ A moment or several later, Aqua opens the door. Her eyes are a little red... ]

Taichi. As well as I can be, I imagine.

It's helping--and small things can build up into something significant.

Exactly.

I'll make tea for you any time you want.

[She deserves it, really.]

Does it really? I always just thought it was leaf water.

[sigrun.]

Not having any luck, Tarrlok?

[Sigrun...]

Well, yes, technically it is leaf water. But the chemicals in it are good for relaxing people.

So we're both right.

Misa-Mi--I had to cover my eyes. It was too much for me.

I think that...it'll be a while before I stop thinking about it. This is the sort of thing that doesn't get any easier.

Thank you. We could put together meetings--with your tea and my baking, I imagine it would lift several people's spirits.

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