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

[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.]

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Sure! Stick it to the man!

[He laughs just a bit, the whiskey helping.]

And what did the government do to you?

Ha! Does anybody like the government?

[Literally not an answer]

A lot of people don't, but few would go around shouting it like that.

Sounds like a lack of commitment.

Though I guess I wouldn't do it if there were feds here. The last thing I need is anybody checkin' on my taxes.

Just get an alias or hide your identity for that. [It's what he does.]

Ah, I'm too old for all that now.

[With the running and the aliases and all.

He's totally not living under an alias right now or anything.

Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnope]