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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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[He's quiet for a moment before he shrugs a little; when he laughs it's a dry, humorless sort of thing.]
I think it's good if you're having some sort of problem with that sort of thing. It proves you have a lot of compassion still, you know? That's admirable.
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[He blinks, then realizes how that sounds, waving his hands frantically]
I mean, not literally! Just... wow there is no way to say that that doesn't sound ...raciest? Speciest? Shit, I'm sorry!
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No, no, I know what you mean! And the thing is that it isn't? At least, that's not what I've heard; if anything, we're all confused in the Underground because it seems that human souls can exist even without things like that.
I'm not trying to insult you, darling! But apparently it's not a universal experience, is what I'm saying.
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[That seems so... odd to him. Sure, he's seen and recently even met awful people. Both that did horrible things, like the killer... but also who seemed to just be empty, like Mitsuo. He can't say Mettaton is wrong, even if he wants to argue on behalf of his species.]
So... people in the Underground are only good?
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[He has to think about that second one, though.]
Those from the Underground...well, we don't really have physical bodies normally. Our souls are pretty much everything - once our soul is gone, there's nothing else left, we don't even leave bodies. And it's mostly believed that our souls are made of love and compassion, something like that. So I'd...assume so?
I don't know how much I agree with that; we can be just as bloodthirsty as anyone else, I think. I've seen a lot of that, anyway.
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So not that one is bad and one is good... just humans are much worse when they do go bad? Heh.... I can't really argue on that one.
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[...]
For what it's worth, I've always loved humans. I don't think badly of you. Exactly the opposite.
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People who create the way humans do can't possibly be all bad. Or at least, that's what I think.
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You're a human ota- erm, fanboy?
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[IS THIS WEIRD]
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He can't help it, he starts laughing. It's not a mean mocking laugh, but it's still a laugh]
Oh man, sorry, sorry! It's just... wow.
I g-guess it's fine? I mean, I'm a big idol fan so...
[He's having to wipe his face he's laughing so hard]
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No, no, it's all right! Honestly, people think it's weird back home, too - but I guess some of the weirdness of telling a human that to his face can be lessened a bit by you telling me about the idol thing to my face, so...
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[Is Mettaton an idol? Yosuke can see it]
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[...he's totally an idol, um.]
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[he only knows all the words to the guy group's song, instead of all their physical stats]
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[You can be wrong if you want.]
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