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

[ignorantly]

[ Shirazu's in the library while she tries to light the thing, but soon after it starts burning he gets up and steps outside, leaning against the wall while he watches the flames. ]

...Hey.

[captainobnoxious]

[Ah, her other sharptoothed pal. Sigrun gives him a small smile and pats the spot beside her. If he wants to sit, he can, and if not, no harm no foul.]

Hey. How're you feeling, recruit?

[ignorantly]

[ He'll move to sit down, then; thanks, Siggy, he appreciates it. ]

Kinda numb, right now.

[captainobnoxious]

[She knows how to treat her people, alright. No one can say she doesn't.]

That's normal. I'm pretty sure most people are doing just as well as you are right now.

[It's... just another Tuesday, so to say, for her. They usually die from troll attacks but, well. Death's a constant companion.]

Do you want to talk to the fire? We'd usually have their bodies in a pyre or... the incinerator, I guess, but some of their belongings is fine considering the circumstances.

[ignorantly]

...Sure, but what am I supposed to say to it?

[captainobnoxious]

Anything you want. Even if you're not too good with words, the dead can appreciate their intent.

[Even if it's like a "fuck you" or something.]

[ignorantly]

Okay. [ He's quiet for a bit, simply watching the flames flicker and dance while he tries to think of something good to say. Words are difficult, especially right now. ]

Zagin, you're a dumbass for goin' and getting yourself killed. But at least you went out doing what you enjoyed.

[captainobnoxious]

[That'll earn him a gentle hair ruffle.]

Well said, kid. When I keep that in mind, it's easy not to be too sad about his going... though I would've liked to try cooking someone's phone with him around.

[It... still is hard having someone that felt like kin torn so suddenly, but going out fighting -- and fairly asked for one -- does mend it a little.]

[ignorantly]

...What? [ Why would you cook someone's phone. ]

[captainobnoxious]

We wanted to see what would break this thing since obviously smashing doesn't work, so I thought that cooking it might do the trick.

[They're curious morons, okay.]