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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.]

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[It takes a little while, but Stan eventually notices Black as he's passing by the storage room for whatever reason. He hesitates for a second, then asks in a (sort of unusually) quiet tone:]

Hey, kid. You want some coffee?

[ Black hesitates--is that going to worsen his stomach? ...as long as he takes it slow, probably not. ]

If you don't mind making me some, sure.

No problem. Be right back.

[He'll return with a mug in a few minutes.] Here. It's hot.

Thanks.

[ He'll take it! ...he set aside his books, he can't really read and hold coffee or conversation at the same time without a proper table. ]

...I'm not really good with stuff like that--what we saw, I mean, with Kamui. [ Black blows on his coffee and takes a sip, pulling a face. IT'S BITTER... he wasn't expecting any different. Maybe he should've asked for cream too. ] It's pretty cool that he had a twin brother though... I didn't think there'd be many other twins here. That's how it kind of was for White and I growing up. A lot of people thought it was cool, even if they asked really dumb questions.

[ Sure--other people had older siblings or younger ones, but they weren't twins. Novelty is nice to children. A small sigh. ]

I regret not getting to know him more, though. [ ...so

maybe it's not just his stomach bothering him. Maybe it's a couple of other things, even if his stomach is a big issue. He's gonna sip his coffee instead of thinking about it too hard. ]

Heh, yeah. Like if you can read each others' thoughts, or feel if the other one gets pinched. [Stan seems thoughtful for a moment, sipping his own coffee.] I got a niece and nephew who're twins.

I guess I didn't know either of 'em too well. Funny to think about - all of us locked in this tiny place, and all.

[He isn't really sorry about Kamui. The guy's a vampire, he was gonna kill someone sooner or later. Better to get rid of him early.

But hey, he can pretend for Black.]

Don't let it bother ya too much. We ain't even been here a week. There's only so much you can get to know someone in that time.

[ He was a Blood Breed (if a different kind), and it's better to kill those sooner too, and he knows that, but... ]

Mm. [ He still could've tried more? ...it wouldn't have mattered. ] I wouldn't have changed anything even if we'd been friends. He might've needed to find his brother, but... I need to find my sister, and my parents.

[ Another sip, another painfully "this is bitter" expression he'll hide behind his mug. ]

How old are they? Your niece and nephew, I mean.

Twelve. Thirteen, pretty soon.

[Stan frowns down at his mug, as if this reality is just now really hitting him:] I'm gonna miss their birthday if I'm here too much longer.

[ ...it's a little tasteless to wish that they wouldn't be here much longer, given the trial they just had, so Black shrugs. ]

It can't be helped. Really, we don't know how much time's passed here--or how it works here--or... whatever, do we? I remember everyone mentioning they all remembered different times. [ As strange as that was--couldn't have it matched up somewhere, at least. ] You might've already missed it, and everyone else might've missed their family's, too, maybe. I don't know.

Could be.

I think the time thing kinda makes sense. It ain't like we're from the same universe anyway, why would it be the same year?

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