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trusthell2016-03-05 04:01 pm
bloodisthicker) wrote in trusthell2016-03-05 04:01 pm
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.]
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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So there he goes, sitting to a side of the "table". It seems like he is kind of...downcast. Not outright depressed but it is noticeable enough, especially because until now he had kept a semblance of fortitude]
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Cherryblod heads to the library, although he can't quite manage to settle down. Instead he'll ask anyone who's not Mettaton:]
Can I get you some tea? Soothes the soul.
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He's not one to turn down something like this, however, even if he doesn't know what to do or how to feel. When he arrives in the library, he takes a bit of the cookies and the aqutak before sitting down rather heavily in one of the chairs.]
Does anyone here have experience with zombies?
[He'll just.... outright say it, because what the fuck else could Zagi have been. It's said low enough people are free to ignore it, but it's also said in a tone that indicates he might actually have experience with this sort of thing.]
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Misa, to her credit, looks utterly exhausted. She's been scared stiff since this morning; pretty much absolutely nothing about today was okay, and that last execution was really just the icing on this horrible clusterfuck of a cake.
That said, though, she couldn't afford to be alone, couldn't imagine what her thoughts would be like if she had stayed by herself, which is why she jumped at the chance to organize something, anything to keep the group together. The brownies aren't quite as good as the ones from yesterday, but they're definitely still passable; hopefully she'll be forgiven, but she was making them a bit absent-mindedly.
She smiles and waves at everyone who comes in, but still, she spends most of her time in the library here huddled underneath a blanket from the storage room. It was a long day. She imagines it'll be a longer night. ]
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...he's occasionally sitting on one of the chairs and eating a few bites of it with a really dissatisfied expression, even if he seems to... have completely different looking aqutak every so often. He keeps experimenting, but it never tastes right... should he cut trimmings off the steaks? Would that fat even be good in this? He just doesn't know.
At least fretting over the food keeps him from actually thinking about that mess of a trial, because he really doesn't want to talk about it.]
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His Thief's Cape.
And from Kamui's room, she's taking his bloody clothes, grimacing slightly at the sight of it and bundling it within the cape.
From there, Sigrun's actually going to be sitting a few feet away from the library entrance itself, tearing up some papers to use as kindling for her fire and... not actually being able to burn it. Look, matches suck.
(And once she's got it lit she'll be chilling out there, watching the flames quietly until they go out.)]
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When he eventually does make it to the 'party' he makes a small face at the Akutaq, but eventually tries some. And even manages a little food. No break downs, no dramatics. Just... quiet and non engaging for now, as if none of this had really set in just yet.]
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The whole thing makes her queasy. The cutting thing, the realization that Kamui could, indeed, heal rapidly. Aqua's at least three shades paler than usual, and she's sort of standing off to the side, watching the others. She doesn't have any sort of food or drink because she's not sure if she could even stomach it.
Her guilt is practically palpable. ]
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She'll smile at anyone nearby, and even though she wants to try and cheer everyone up, she knows that anything she tries probably won't work. Not now, at least. ]
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When she does turn up, she takes to just sitting down in one of the chairs here, not really saying anything as she pokes at the food somewhat but not really eating any of it. She also has some papers that she appears to have been writing something down on--it appears to be the bare bones of a lesson plan of some kind, if anyone decides they want to look over her shoulder and see what it is.]
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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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Well. There it is.
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but the smell is a little Much for his delicate stomach right now, so he's going to head back to his room to grab some books and set himself up in the storage room. Sitting on boxes is fine, there's still at least one or two to use as a chair.
He'll probably here for most of the night. Bring something light if you want him to eat--he hasn't done it pretty much since this morning. (Also: please bring books. He has a stack of four of them, but he's a quick reader.) ]
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They had to do what they had to do - but at what cost?
It's not that he doesn't understand - in fact, perhaps he understands far too well, which is why everything tears at him even more. They sent a person to their death just like this with their own hands, for the sake of this parody of 'justice'.
As if he already didn't have enough blood on his hands already.
He's settles in a corner of the library after having taken some of the food, quietly eating even though it seems like his gaze is fixated on something beyond what is around here now.
There is no way they can stop here now, now that this cruel game has truly started, but... he has to keep going. For everyone here.]
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But he can see that the others are pretty shaken. So while Misa and Tarrlok took care of food, he'll be brewing some coffee in the kitchen.]
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