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.]

Comments

[captainobnoxious]

So does that mean you're ready to punch some walls out now?

[ratingspoint]

...I'm pretty sure I can't do that, darling.

[captainobnoxious]

[She is so disappointed, Mettaton.]

Well, alright. If you're totally sure.

[ratingspoint]

Somehow I doubt it would be that easy, anyway.

[captainobnoxious]

You think so? I mean, it just seems to be a bunch of rock to me, and rock falls apart when you hit it hard enough.

[ratingspoint]

Well, we don't know how thick the rock is, for one thing. For another, we don't know what's behind the rock - it could be water or something else that you probably shouldn't breathe in if you don't like dying.

[captainobnoxious]

How resistant are you to water?

[ratingspoint]

...Not very.

[SIGRUN PLEASE]

[captainobnoxious]

Nevermind then, my plan wouldn't work out and I'd be down another good friend.

[Boy, those burning clothes sure are interesting, aren't they.]

[ratingspoint]

[...ah...]

I know saying this is another one of those things that's just asking for something stupid to happen. And I really hope it doesn't! That'd suck pretty bad.

But I'm not going to get myself killed, all right?

[captainobnoxious]

[Yeah, Sigrun's snorting at that, bumping their shoulders together lightly. It probably doesn't do much for the robot, but it's a sign of affection, okay??]

Oh, then you're definitely next, bombshell. I'm touched you'd risk your life with your stupid words though.

[really how the hell did these two end up like this]

Then it'll be your stuff we're torching.