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trusthell2016-03-05 04:01 pm
bloodisthicker) wrote in trusthell2016-03-05 04:01 pm
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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This sort of thing pisses me off, taking advantage of people's fears to try to get them to act in a desperate way, and then killin' 'em for freakin' out.
There's nothing right about murder, but making people think they have no other option is just as disgusting.
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[He mutters, more to himself than to Gabriel, but the point still stands, nevertheless.]
I just wish I could understand what his agenda is. [His being the Kingmaker's.] Why make us do any of this? Does he intend to keep going at this until there's only one of us left?
[That thought is too terrible to comprehend.]
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[He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.]
Why claim you're savin' people, only to make them fight to the death?
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[Why bring them here when they're all going to die anyway?]
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[It's not justice at all. Its just making people send another person to their death and knowing it.]
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It's sick. What kind of a person would set up somethin' like this?
I'm still gonna try to get something from the Kingmaker, but he doesn't like people fishin' for information.
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[This is all so utterly cruel.]
And yes--but if he tries to start anything, don't hesitate to back down. We all want information but its not worth risking our lives for it. [Especially since how they're probably at constant risk...]
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We can't afford to lose more people.
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[Just thinking about the two of them dying eats at him so much more than he can admit. He's supposed to find another way, another solution, but yet in the time when an answer was most critical he failed. And that failure cost far too much.]
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We'll be doin' a great disservice to them if we get ourselves killed. We'll have to be careful from here on out.
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[The Kingmaker will have the advantage if more of them do die, and Bruce sure isn't going to let them happen just like that. For everyone else here, they need to fight back in anyway they can.]
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[He doesn't like to say it - but its true. With people's lives on their shoulders now they need to push on. For their sake as much as their own.]
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