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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[goodforsomething]

[Stan's at the party, and frankly he doesn't really look all that upset compared to some others. A little grim, sure - the murder started a lot quicker than he was hoping. But he didn't know either of them hardly at all, and he's not honestly too worried about a literal killer vampire dying.

But he can see that the others are pretty shaken. So while Misa and Tarrlok took care of food, he'll be brewing some coffee in the kitchen.]

[isafraid]

[Seeing as Stan is one of the only people out and about, Speedwagon wagered he would run into him as he got up to stretch his legs.]

....Not much for tea, are you?

[goodforsomething]

Nah. Not my thing.

You want some coffee?

[isafraid]

[He considers it... and gives Stan a weak shrug.]

Can't say if I'm planning on getting much sleep tonight.

[goodforsomething]

That's what I'm thinkin'. It'll take the edge off.

[He pours a cup and slides it over.]

[isafraid]

[He catches it deftly, being careful not to burn himself on the cup.

...His hands shaking a little. He'll just wait for that to calm down.]

I hope we don't have to go through that nightmare again.

[goodforsomething]

Me too, but I wouldn't count on it.

[sleepingkogoro]

Good, somebody is making coffee. Cherryblod-san is giving everyone tea and I'm not in mood to indulge him on that.

[That was kind of rude, Cherryblod is just being kind. Still, now that the introspectiveness from earlier is gone he is more grouchy than normal]

[goodforsomething]

Heheh, yeah. Tea's for fancy people and nerds.

[But nothing against Cherryblod, really. He likes the weird little guy.]

Here, have a cup. It helps with the whole "sleepless night" thing.

[sleepingkogoro]

Thank you.

[You just earned some appreciation points]

It all was going so well, and then! Something had to happen. Nobody saw it coming, and suddenly everything is looking real bad. This is maddening!

[Impromptu rant, excuse him]

[goodforsomething]

Hey, it was bound to happen sooner or later. People lose their minds when they're locked in tiny spaces like this. I was kinda hopin' we'd hold out longer than a week, but...

[He shrugs.]

[sleepingkogoro]

So you saying we all are getting cabin fever already?

[That is...actually probable]

[goodforsomething]

Sure. There's not even any windows here and we're stuck with a buncha strangers. That's a recipe for disaster even without the Kingmaker eggin' folks on.

[captainobnoxious]

[While Sigrun's not shaken -- though Zagi had been someone she'd found herself surprisingly close to and Kamui had quickly become someone she'd grown fond of teasing, one died the way he would've wanted to (if he was anything like her) and the other understood the responsibility he took on by doing it -- she is a little worn in the face, if only because she's been talking to others to draw them a little out of their shells and away from the weight on their shoulders. The exhibition of the not-dead Zagi is still a sore point too actually.

Anyway, coffee is like, gross bitter bean water, but at least it's shit Sigrun's more familiar with, so don't mind of she just takes a cup for herself. Maybe it was yours, Stan. Maybe it was for someone else. It's hers now. Not that she's drunken out of it just yet.]

Did you know you're not supposed to chug tea? With cups that small, you'd think otherwise, right?

[goodforsomething]

[Hey, that's fair. It wasn't his cup, so who cares?]

Yeah, they look like little shot glasses. Makes ya wonder why we've got so much tea in this place and no whiskey.

[captainobnoxious]

[Bless you, she's laughing.]

I'll drink to that! Boy, what I wouldn't give for some hard stuff, but even the drink I got from that vending machine's too weak to satisfy me.

[Whatever that non-alcoholic alcohol made her wasn't enough, alright.]

[goodforsomething]

No kiddin'? I ain't seen any booze around here at all. Seems like one of the first things you oughta pack in your doomsday bunker.

[captainobnoxious]

Yeah, considering how useful it is even outside of the obvious. And it's not like anyone here's too young to drink it!

[says the norwegian from a post-pandemic world]

I really, really hope that wasn't the only drink in there.

[goodforsomething]

It better not be. I could use a stiff drink to get through all this. Drinkin' laws don't matter in a place like this anyway.

[bloodisthicker]

...I'm so happy to see someone making coffee.

[...HE'S BUSY TRYING TO MAKE SLIGHTLY BETTER VEGETARIAN AKUTAQ AND BLESS.]

Cherryblod makes amazing tea, but... tea is just so overwhelming back home when you prefer coffee.

[goodforsomething]

Yeah? I ain't sure I know anybody who doesn't drink coffee.

[Stan leans over to peer at the...berry stuff.] What's that stuff?

[bloodisthicker]

It really just never caught on where I'm from, unfortunately. I think tea might just be too entrenched to ever truly be deposed.

Oh, this is akutaq. It's a pretty popular food from back home.

[...in the Water Tribe, anyway.]

[goodforsomething]

Yeah? What is it, a buncha mashed-up berries?

[bloodisthicker]

And shortening. Don't... forget the shortening, even if it's the inferior vegetarian option.

[goodforsomething]

Right, right.

What do ya usually use, lard?