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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[captainobnoxious]

Guess I'll talk to her about it when I get the chance.

[A girl her age shouldn't take the weight by herself like that.]

She offered up a suggestion and it happened to be the one we took. If we'd gotten him to show off his top like we'd done everyone else, it would've been someone else's "fault" he was found out.

If anyone should be accepting blame, it's me for offering to actually be the one cutting everyone, but I can't count that as a bad thing. It helped us in the end.

[That makes sense, right?]

[cherryblooded]

[No, no she shouldn't.]

You shouldn't have to - neither of you should have guilt over that. ...It's certainly not something to be happy about, but there was nothing else to be done, if we wanted to live.

[He's assuming most of them do.]

[captainobnoxious]

Aw, Cherry, I won't have guilt over it. I've made harder decisions than a little bloodletting and a button push in order to survive before.

[It's nice he's thinking of her though.]

I just hope I can get through to her about it. Not really sure she'll be up for listening, but it's a leader's job to try and I'm afraid that those genes haven't retired just yet.

[Sigrun can't help it. She's a leader first and foremost, it's in her blood and lifestyle.]

[cherryblooded]

[Dad fuss.]

Good luck. It's good to have a leader type here - I'm not up for the job, and I can't think of who else I'd rather have than you.

[Seriously, who else would they have? Bruce, maybe. Possibly.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Her mom and dad tell her to use her indoor voice when she talks, so that's a new kind of fuss she hasn't experienced.]

Thanks. I'd ask you to save some more tea for me, but really I'd just like some good ale.

[So, like, if he can find some of that, they can have a drink together.]

[cherryblooded]

If I get any out of the vending machine, it'll go to you first, I promise.