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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I think so. It looks like something you'd find in those northern places, like Alaska. I've never been, but I've always wanted to.

...not really what I usually think of when it comes to Western food.

[He grabs a spoon, taking a scoop. It's not as sweet as he expected- but not bad]

Huh... not awful.

Me neither, but they're all varied, aren't they? It makes me wonder what everyone's homes make.

Maybe we should ask if people wanna cook some new stuff. I mean, I can't really cook more then eggs, but I am more then happy to be a taste tester.

Only eggs? That's strangely specialized.

[He pouts]

I can cook other things! Just not... super well.

Haven't had the opportunity?

Yeah, not a lot. We usually just eat take out if mom doesn't have time to cook.

You must have a busy life where you come from.

Oh yeah. My dad runs a Junes- oh yeah, you might not have that in your world. Erm, it's like a super store? You know, grocery and electronics and clothes. Pretty much an entire mall in one place.

Anyway, he runs one, and mom is our head accountant. Me and Ted work there part time too, so a lot of times we're not even all home at the same time except maybe, twice a week?

...and that's not even getting into the other-world stuff I mentioned at the meeting.

Sounds like a lot of responsibility for one store. Especially if you have to keep your other things secret, too.

That's an understatement. Doesn't help that the entrance to the TV world is IN Junes. Plus I'm pretty much acting as a manager without the extra hours or pay 'cuz I'm the manager's son, but still underage.

[He gives an over dramatic sigh]

Still, it's pretty mundane compared to all this.

Edited 2016-03-06 16:49 (UTC)