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

[notjustawriter]

Yeah. It sure seems that way.

[....]

Don't worry about earlier today; people did what they thought they had to, it didn't offend me.

[lackinginfaith]

We were all under suspicion at some point.

[notjustawriter]

That we were.

We stumbled into the solution through sheer dumb luck, too. If this happens again, I don't want to think about what people might be doin' then.

[lackinginfaith]

No more blood-sharing. We're all going to get sick.

[notjustawriter]

Gettin' random cuts with blades that haven't been sterilized is also a good way to get a nasty as hell infection, and we don't have any way of treating anything like that right now, either.

[lackinginfaith]

You really do have a lot to worry about...

[notjustawriter]

....Maybe we should make that a rule in case this comes up again: knives aren't the solution.

Too many things could go wrong.

[lackinginfaith]

What, are we making our own list of rules now?

[notjustawriter]

Ain't it a good rule?

Though I suppose the Kingmaker might make that impossible.

[lackinginfaith]

You're envisioning a war of rules made to combat unofficial rules in a war of "less murder" versus "more murder," aren't you.

[notjustawriter]

More or less.

He's not going to be happy with people tryin' to stop it.

[lackinginfaith]

Even if he keeps saying it's our fault whatever we do.

[notjustawriter]

I wonder what the point of all this is. What he gains from it.

[lackinginfaith]

A successor, I think. He's called the Kingmaker, isn't he?

[notjustawriter]

If he's lookin' for a successor, does that mean he's been in one of these "games" before?

[lackinginfaith]

So this isn't the first?

[notjustawriter]

Maybe.

I dunno what it could mean. I still think it's possible he's not alone doin' this.

[lackinginfaith]

That might explain something. ...Maybe we should have another meeting.

[notjustawriter]

Maybe meetings are somethin' that should happen every week.

It's a good way to share what we all know.

[lackinginfaith]

Better than games, anyway.

[notjustawriter]

Right.

We might be able to get somethin' done, this way.