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.]

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[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. ]

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[lackinginfaith]

...what a disaster.

[isafraid]

[He glances up. Hi Caren.]

It wasn't the greatest thing I've ever been put through. By all means, the whole thing was just... detestable from the start!

[lackinginfaith]

What kind of country does he think he's running?

[isafraid]

I'd hardly call a place like this a country. Just a small group of people, trapped together, and a madman running the show any which way he likes. He's as much a ruler as I am the Queen of all Britain.

[He shakes a bit, anger and helplessness in equal amounts.]

[lackinginfaith]

That's assuming he isn't in charge of the world outside here. It would explain why nobody's noticed us.

[isafraid]

[hmm...] Look at the way he acts! It's like he's bleeding royalty! If that was the case, it would lend some credence.

[lackinginfaith]

I don't act like that, and neither does the bird king.

[isafraid]

Some royalty isn't as fair as you would believe it is. [They were in a bit of a industrial revolution right now, so he couldn't complain one hundred percent of the time...]

If you'd believe it, my country was in a war not a hundred years ago.

[lackinginfaith]

I'm not clueless, Mr. Speedwagon. I know that just because someone's born to a job doesn't mean they're good at it or good for their people. I'm only saying that you're generalizing just as much.

[prismbloom]

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

Speedwagon?

[isafraid]

Ah, Aqua.

[He sits up a little straighter as she approaches, eyes glancing down at the treats.]

Is that more of your own baking?

[prismbloom]

No, not this time. Misa handled the treats tonight.

Would you like one?

[isafraid]

Oh, well, my condolences to her then. And I might as well, as you brought em over and all.

[He'll take one then, not like he's really planning on eating it.]

Thank you.

[prismbloom]

You're welcome. Do you mind if I sit?

[isafraid]

[He looks at her, then gestures with a hand to the seat beside him.]

If you'd like.

[He wont stop her, it's a free country. Probably.]

[prismbloom]

[ A free country that runs on MURDER. ]

Thank you.

[ ... ]

It seems strange, doesn't it? That we're expected to go on normally after all of that.

[isafraid]

That's just the way we can go now. I don't think the alternatives are much better...!

[total chaos? Please no.]

Doesn't help matters that we've still got a list of rules hanging over our heads.

[prismbloom]

Even more worrisome... he may add more at a later time.

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[ignorantly]

[ Shirazu glances up when Speedwagon takes a seat. ]

...How are you holdin' up, Speedwagon-san?

[isafraid]

[He glances at Shirazu, head hung low.]

I'm... just trying to get my head around it all. That trial, the arguments and investigations we had to go through, and finally, that execution.

[Speedwagon's gaze drops down to his arm, the small bandage covering where he'd been tested for healing powers.]

[ignorantly]

Me too. Lots of stuff happened in so little time.

[isafraid]

A big murder, a bloody investigation, and even a well and true trial, topped off with an execution.

[All in... a day? That explains the exhaustion.]

It's like the bloody Kingmaker expected it, sooner or later.

[ignorantly]

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

[isafraid]

Well you'll want to get in line for that then. Sure as I am, we'll all get a chance to slug it out with the bastard after all this is over. You can trust me on that.

...In the meantime, we have to be careful.