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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[isafraid]

[Yes, her being conscious is a good point, because she certainly wasn't for a little while there.]

That's... good. [Better then nothing.] Good to see you awake and about, at least.

[He swallows a frown.]

Hard to say. Today has been a right mess, hasn't it?

[devastation]

It certainly has. [she sighs, frowning once more]

I'm still not sure what to think about it all, really... it feels like there's more we should have done in order to prevent what happened...

[isafraid]

...Feels that way. Once a tragedy's hit, it's a little hard to try and turn it right around. [A bit hard to turn back the clock and change what's made things worse.

There's that frown, he shakes his head.]

Truth be told, I don't think anyone expected this.

[devastation]

... Except the Kingmaker, perhaps. He was prepared for something like this to happen.

[It comes out sounding rather sad and maybe just a little bitter, but it's true: that whole set-up with the trial and everything had to have been prepared well in advance...]

[isafraid]

Feels like he's prepared for anything that might happen to us in here. [Just allow Speedwagon to finish that thought for you, Megumi. It's almost... there's a noticeable bitterness to his tone.]

That trial room, right under our feet...! It's got to be something he'd thought up in advance for us, like he knew someone was going to go. So when Zagi was taken out, it was just what he wanted it to be.