that's not what we usually mean by 'dance with death'

[cherryblooded]

[That certainly did happen. Cherryblod's not the type of person who will judge one person's value as being more than another's, so he can't say whether it was better or worse than the first week. It came as less of a shock, maybe, but even so...

It's not the kind of thing people usually want to go through alone.

So, after he spends some time in the kitchen preparing (with assistance from Bruce), he'll slip some personalized notes under everyone's doors.]

[Name],
If you'd prefer to spend this time alone, that's fine.
If you'd prefer not to, I've made some food and set it out in the dining hall.
Even if you're just hungry and would rather not talk, feel free to come take some.
But if you'd like the company, we're here for you.
-Cherryblod

[Those arriving in the dining hall will find an assortment of food - a fair number of sandwiches and other, actual meal-like options since most people missed a meal or two, but also a goodly number of desserts. There's tea, as well as coffee for those who favor it.]

Comments

[goodforsomething]

[Stan returns to his room after the trial, very briefly.

When he comes out again, he's got a bottle in one fist and two held carefully in the other hand. He takes them all into the kitchen, pours himself a glass, and then takes a bottle out on a quest to find everyone else. Regardless of personal connection, he's disinclined to hoard his good fortune just now, and he'll approach anyone to lift it with a grim not-quite-smile.]

Hey. You wanna drink?

[uro_cyon]

[One of his pastimes is challenging random strangers to drinking games, oh boy.]

Does it have actual alcohol in it? [Not getting his hopes up.]

[goodforsomething]

Yep! Got it special order.

[He will take that as a "yes" and pour one out.]

[uro_cyon]

Aren't you lucky. [ Totally giving him a nod before taking a nice long sip.]

We haven't talked before, have we? Aiden Pearce, though you probably knew that already. [ Still he feels the need to introduce himself given that he's sharing booze.]

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, sure, you're the vigilante. I like it!

[Stan's profile also somewhat mentions his problems with authority.] Stan Pines. Guess ya knew that too, huh?

[sleepingkogoro]

In times like this all I want to do is drink. I really wish I had a few bottles of beer for myself and some cigarettes.

[Yes, he is definitely taking up that offer. About time he got some booze]

[goodforsomething]

Guess you're gonna have to settle for some whiskey. [Let's do this.] No idea what kind. It was hard enough to get any booze at all.

[sleepingkogoro]

Whiskey is fine. At least it is strong, that should help.

[Nothing like drowning your sorrows. Mouri drinks his first cup immediately, with the experience of somebody used to liquors for years]

Got this from the vending machine, I suppose.

[goodforsomething]

Ha! Nah, straight from the big guy!

[Stan takes a sip of his own glass.] Promised Sigrun last week that I'd give it a shot.

[psychoh]

... A r-real one? [looks slightly too eager about that]

[goodforsomething]

I don't bring around fake liquor, kid. [how can you be too eager, this place is a shitshow]

[psychoh]

... Well, if you don't mind sharing, I guess I'll, uh, have some... [WOO enable an alcoholic]

[goodforsomething]

[O O P S luckily this right here is the sum total of alcohol in the Vault and it's going pretty fast between everyone]

There ya go, kid. Seems like a good time to all get a little drunk.

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel gives a tight smile.]

I was hopin' someone would find alcohol around here somewhere.

[goodforsomething]

I told the Kingmaker. How're we supposed to get through the "apocalypse" without any booze? [Finger-quotes on apocalypse, because he's very dedicated to not believing that.] But this was all I could get.

[notjustawriter]

Really now? I'm surprised he gave you anything at all.

Well, that's a start, innit?

[goodforsomething]

Doubt I'll get any more, but we'll see!

[prismbloom]

[ Aqua holds up a hand--this one is passing. ]

Don't drink too much.

[ It's not stern, though; more weary and worried than anything. ]

[goodforsomething]

Suit yourself, kid.

[He's certainly not going to pressure anyone into helping consume the very limited alcohol.]

I'll be fine. This ain't my first rodeo, if ya know what I mean.

[prismbloom]

[ She nods, gesturing to the chair next to her. ]

Would you like to take a seat?

[goodforsomething]

Sure.

[He takes a seat, and another draw of whiskey.]

Geez, that was somethin', wasn't it? Lotta twins in this place.

[goingdigital]

...Yeah why not.

[Do you corrupt the teen? Sell it for profit?

y/n?]

[goodforsomething]

[y

we're in the murder apocalypse, literally who cares]

Just don't start barfin' everywhere. I'm not cleanin' up after you! [He pours a glass and hands it over, having apparently executed his idea of Responsible Adult Duties]

[goingdigital]

[People like Aqua, possibly?]

I'm aiming for the jacket, if I do.

[Well then down the hatch.

...

Bleeeeeeeeh. But he's not barfing yet at least, but he's making a face like he just licked wet paint.]

[goodforsomething]

Probably should've started you off with beer or something.

[OH WELL they don't have any of that anyway]