WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? OUR TALES RIVAL JUST TURNED INTO A ZOMBIE!

[bloodisthicker]

[...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.]

Comments

[prismbloom]

No good will come from dwelling on it, will it?

[captainobnoxious]

Actually, it went down really easy, it just wasn't to my tastes.

[Like, surprisingly easy. It softens up and just kind of goes down??]

And why not? There's not many drinks you don't chug.

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon is... well, his eyes are a little red. He wouldn't deny the accusation that he's been crying, not after all of that. Still, if there really were some people heading over to this 'afterparty', they might need someone to help them get into higher spirits. That's what he could hope to do, at least.

He'd unfortunately passed through the dining hall. As long as he's there, you may see him giving the spot a moment of silent respect. Maybe Zagi would have liked that. The real one.

From there, he's finally made his way to the library to find a seat around the 'table' they'd set up. Even looking tired, Speedwagon greets anyone that meets his gaze with a slight nod. Though he seems... distracted. ]

[ratingspoint]

Not particularly! I think it's likely best to leave everyone to themselves, at least for the night; I'll probably just keep an eye on things in the hallway once everyone has settled down.

Why do you ask?

[lackinginfaith]

[Caren is there, eating at least one of everything, but she looks more subdued. It's not hard to guess why, even if she hated the victim.]

Well. There it is.

[captainobnoxious]

[Sigrun would offer to learn to repair him, but uh, that requires smarts??? And she is not smart.]

Why don't you see them around that often? I mean, not that they're the most common thing where I'm from anymore either, but still.

[prismbloom]

Regardless, you've been keeping it together well. At least, outwardly.

[ She doesn't say it unkindly, at least. ]

[cherryblooded]

Would it be much of a trouble if I joined you?

[Cherryblod is a social person, and easily prone to homesickness. He agrees that most people will need time to themselves, but all the same - someone he liked did just die, and he doesn't feel like spending the evening in his room alone, passing time trying to come up with useful things to do with pens that write one sentence.

He's not traumatized, but he does get lonely.]

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[lackinginfaith]

...what a disaster.

[cherryblooded]

Really?

[That's news to him.]

You can enjoy it longer if you don't drink it all at once.

[prismbloom]

[ Aqua's there to meet him, with a plate of treats. ]

Speedwagon?

[cherryblooded]

Someone needs to.

[It might as well be him.]

[captainobnoxious]

Really.

[..........]

Why would you want to enjoy it? It has a purpose and that purpose only works inside you.

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[lackinginfaith]

It's not that bad, you know.

[Caren gestures to the akutaq, which she's on her second bowl of.]

We didn't have it at home, but it's good.

[ratingspoint]

Oh - not at all, sweetheart, I'd like that.

[And from the sound of it he does mean it.]

Really, we can do whatever you'd like; it's not like I'm doing anything all that important.

[lackinginfaith]

All right. [small nod] You two were close, weren't you? It must be hard on you.

[cherryblooded]

Because it tastes good...? It's the same as any other food.

[Why is this actually a discussion.]

[lackinginfaith]

I've never seen one before today.

[captainobnoxious]

[Because it's Sigrun "I'll eat a ball of wax if you ask me to" Eide.]

There's not enough in there to make it last. Make a bigger cup and it won't be thrown back so easily.

[garudynamic]

Just don't forget to worry about yourself too.

[cherryblooded]

Thank you.

[He gives a real, earnest smile.]

Your company's enough for me - I don't mind whatever it is we decide to do.

[lackinginfaith]

[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.

[cherryblooded]

I'll try to remember.

[He might forget.]

[ratingspoint]

[...well, uh.]

We're not in the Underground by choice, let's put it that way. We've been kept separate from humans since some war that happened a really long time ago.

[He says "war" - he means "colossal shitshow", probably.]

[garudynamic]

[He's not sure he wants to talk to Mettaton. But after having tea with Cherryblod he's feeling somewhat more sociable]

...better. I think.