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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[cherryblooded]

Just a moment.

[The tea kettle is in the kitchen, keeping everything warm. He returns with a nice hot cup of tea.]

Didn't know you lived in a castle.

[notjustawriter]

I took it over after my great uncle died.

[He takes the cup, sipping from it carefully.]

This is great.

[cherryblooded]

Glad you like it.

[He really is.]

If it's anything like the castle in my town, it seems like it'd be difficult to run without help.

[notjustawriter]

You're right, it's not very easy to run it. It's part of an old German town, and the town has a mayor, but the castle itself is in a state of disrepair.

It's just me and Gertie right now-- she and my great uncle were close, but we need more than just the two of us to take care of the castle.

[cherryblooded]

...Living in a castle with just one other person must be lonely. It's far too big a place for just two.

[notjustawriter]

...It is a little lonely.

I hope Gertie is okay, living in the castle alone. There are people workin' on the house, but it's not the same thing.

[cherryblooded]

She'll be alright. You won't be gone that long.

[notjustawriter]

That's the way to look at it.

We'll all get out of here, before more people.... before more people get hurt.

[cherryblooded]

Exactly. Keep your chin up.

[He does his best to be reassuring. Is it working?]

[notjustawriter]

[More or less, yes.]

You too, okay? We've gotta keep it together.

[cherryblooded]

I'll be alright. But thank you for the concern.

[notjustawriter]

...Well get out of here, so you can go back to your wife.

He's lyin' about our worlds bein' destroyed. I know he is.

[cherryblooded]

Of course he is.

[Because Cherryblod wouldn't be able to manage at all if he wasn't, so he has to be.]

[notjustawriter]

It's just a matter of figurin' out why the hell someone would lie about something like that.

[cherryblooded]

Maybe he just enjoys causing despair.

[notjustawriter]

....enjoying causing despair.

I wonder if that could be the point of his organization.

[Gabriel no, this isn't Dangan Ronpa.]

[cherryblooded]

[Wrong murdergame.]

Could be. There are groups like that out there.

[notjustawriter]

Can't say I'm surprised.

[cherryblooded]

People with too much time on their hands, if you ask me.