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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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[ Ah... ]

...it just struck me, I guess. I want to live, Miss Sigrun. I don't understand why anyone would really want to choose otherwise, especially when... especially when the Kingmaker might be lying about all of this, and our worlds are safe, and our loved ones are fine, too. Why throw your life away just because a choice you have to make in order to survive is against your moral code?

Some people just hope for the better of others. I don't know how everyone else lives, but they might have lived the kind of life that afforded that kind of luxury and carefree attitude, while people like you and I know more realistically that there's nothing we can do.

[He's getting a more gentle head ruffle this time.]

But don't blame them, okay? That's the sort of innocence you're supposed to have when you're not in the situations I am. They probably won't budge on their moral codes anytime soon anyway, so you've just gotta deal with it and remind them the rational reasons of why we can't choose one person over everyone else.

[ Really, if they hadn't gone to New York City, he'd probably have a similar outlook.

...but they did, and his world's over, and he just wants to see his family again. He just wants to hold his sister's hand again and sit on the bridge like they used to. He wants to watch her climb trees and climb with her, he wants to worry about her spraining her ankle (again) jumping off the highest branch she can handle...

Hell, he even wants to get teased for still not being able to get down. He wants to have to laugh at his dad's gentle teases as he helps him down, he wants to go in and have whatever his mother's made for dinner, he wants to curl up in the middle with White with a book while the rest of his family watches a movie or something.

They're all small things, but they're all things he wants more than anything else. ]

Okay. Sorry for being so... mad about this, I guess.

Hey, better that you're mad at me than someone who feels differently than you. That'd cause a few issues.

[pat pat]

Besides, you've got every right to feel that way! You have to get back to your family and make sure your sister's alright. I wouldn't even blame you for killing someone yourself.

[Not that... she actually thinks he could kill someone, but you know. This kitten's obviously got some claws tucked away. ~~she'd mostly be norwegian mom disappointed~~]

[ what, like slapping them?? ]

I don't know if I could go through with it, actually. I'm obviously not good with blood.

[slapping is a valid way to deal with people you think are fucking rude]

Why is why I'm not worried! I mean, there's more than one way to kill someone, but I'm still not worried about you, just saying I wouldn't blame you if it happened.

[ don't slap everyone that disagrees with you, sigrun ]

Oh. [ erm. ] You too.

[ ...is that the right thing to say?? uh. ]

[it solves everything forget murder just straight up slap a bitch]

You're a weird kid. [sry] But I guess there's not much you can say to that, huh. Are you feeling better than you were earlier with your whole pukey business?

[ sigrun no ]

Sort of. A few people've come by to check on me. [ Yosuke gave him some tea and toast, Stan gave him coffee. It was good. ] I mean--I don't think they were expecting me here, except maybe Yosuke? Since I think he saw me duck out of the library.

...but they still did. It was pretty nice of them.

[sigrun yes]

... So you spent a while alone with someone you thought was the best looking person in this group, huh?

[Since he said he'd only said that to get out of the dare.]

[ SIGRUN NO ]

We talked, that's all.

You should've used that time to get closer to him! I mean, with the threat of more possible murder on our hands, it's basically the best time to get together with someone!

No, it's not.

It is! I've seen so many people get together in the heat of the moment, when death's just a bite away!

[listen to her, black!!!!]

Miss Sigrun, please. [ sincerely pleading, here.

they did not have a good talk. ]

[...]

So what boring thing are you reading for fun?

[ ...she doesn't care, but-- ]

The Hoggit.

[She reaaaaally doesn't, but Black's not looking to good so she'll drag herself through it a little.]

What's a hoggit?

A hog-person. They mainly live underground, and they're a friendly, carefree race of people that've been hidden away in The Quagmire for nearly a hundred years. Not because they were afraid to show their face or anything; the other races just never believed they existed and never went around their area.

[ He laughs a little, fingering the page. ]

Despite having hooves, they're quite light-footed. I guess it comes from learning to walk on soft boggy ground.

Are they common in your area? Who'd want to live in a bog?

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