trusthell | 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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[ Remember how she'd said she'd try not to worry? She's worrying even more now. ]

That's very kind of you. [ ... ] How are you holding up?

Can't say I'm at my best, but I'm alright.

[Which is pretty good, considering he'd been right there suggesting the cutting thing along with her.]

Rose-hip tea, cinnammon, something else...?

If you need to talk... I'm here.

Cinnamon, please.

Edited 2016-03-05 23:13 (UTC)

[He's not really going to address that first part...]

One moment.

[He's off to the kitchen, and back with a cup of cinnamon tea as soon as is shrimply possible.]

Here you are. Good for nerves.

[ She takes it, sipping at it. ]

Thank you. It's perfect.

Good to know. I pride myself on excellent tea.

[ 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.

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.]

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

Would be nice to have something to snack on while we're discussing the information we've gathered, too.

We'll need one another even more, now.

We will. It's easy to lose faith after something like this has happened.

[ She actually manages to smile--it's a very small one. ]

We're lucky to have you, Cherryblod.

[He looks a bit embarrassed.]

I'm no more valuable than any of the rest of you.

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

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

Someone needs to.

[It might as well be him.]

Don't forget--you don't have to carry the burden alone. I'll help shoulder it--if you'd like me to.

You're already putting too much weight on yourself.

[ Ah. ]

It seems I've broken my promise to you. I'm sorry.

That's alright. Call it extenuating circumstances.

[Murder is pretty extenuating.]

I'm sure this is about as extenuating as we could possible get.

[ She pauses, finishing her tea. ]

Is there anything I can get you, Cherryblod?

Nothing at all, but thank you for offering. I'll be alright.

[ She nods. This one's worried about you, Shrimpdad. ]

If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask.

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