now listen good and listen straight, you're not the master of your fate

[bloodisthicker]

[Another week, another murder, another absolute shitshow. Tarrlok kind of just wants to lock himself in his room for a while, but... well, he volunteered. So... it's definitely going to be much later in the day before a note advising everyone to meet up in the bar for some comfort food is slipped under everyone's door.

At least Tarrlok didn't have to take care of everything alone, though; while he spent most of the time cooking by himself, Speedwagon and Yosuke helped take some delicious pork buns up to set them out across the bar so that everyone could drown their sorrows in stuffing their faces. And, you know, alcohol, maybe that too. There's also some vegetarian stir fry for people who don't like pork, too, of course.

There isn't an official bartender to start out with, but there is live entertainment courtesy of Yosuke, who's strumming his guitar over in the corner there.

Hopefully someone will step up, because lord knows everyone in the Vault needs a drink right now.]

Comments

[captainobnoxious]

[Yyyeaaaahh. Sigrun'll wave him in, laying back on the bed.]

I'm a-okay! Booze'll do that to a person. Lighten their spirits and make them not be able to think.

[Or drag them down into circling thoughts.]

How's everyone else? Doing well, more or less? No one's offering themselves up as victims, right?

[isafraid]

[Well if she's inviting-- letting him in, nothing wrong with that.]

Heh. Suppose that's just what we need in this situation. [She wouldn't be the only one with a buzz.]

Nothing of the sort yet, and I certainly hope not. The last thing anyone needs to see today is another person lining themselves up for a slaughter. [Where are his manners, he takes off his hat.] They're fine, most of us are drunk, as well. Courtesy of Robert Speedwagon.

[captainobnoxious]

Good on 'em. After that entire thing, I wouldn't be surprised if anyone wanted to drink themselves to sleep.

[Which was her plan, but she's determined to figure something out for Megumi first.]

[isafraid]

Mister Cherryblod was thinking the same thing. He offered to drink most of the stock, though it would mean possibly dooming him and myself to whatever rules our blight of a Kingmaker likes to bend.

[He'll think up something too. It just has to come to him... which it will, eventually.

Maybe something for Norman too. ]

How are you then? [gives her a plain look.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Cherryblod might be good to take in a drinking contest someday. Sigrun'll keep it in mind.]

Like I said, perfectly fine. Don't believe me?

[isafraid]

[It's alright, since it was probably a joke on his part. Mostly a joke, Speedwagon is hoping.]

Call it a bit of an intuition at work. [He shrugs lightly.] I dare say no one is perfectly fine after how that trial decided to go.

[captainobnoxious]

Was not expecting whatever that was, that's for sure. Why couldn't it be someone who'd just give some good reason we'd all feel for and then accept death like the rest? Why'd we have to deal with some crazy bat or-- whatever that was?

[She is sooooo hoping that next time this happens it's not this week.]

[isafraid]

[He just hopes that it never happens again. This place was already full of too many strange circumstances, and then on top of that they had someone like Norman in their midst...]

I wasn't either, certainly not from that Norman guv. [He looks for a chair, pulling one up in case he ever finds it.]

Well, I suppose that's the way it is in the world. The world's not just going to keep throwing good people who made terrible decisions at us. [His gaze drops.] That monster was hardly as much of a mother as she tried to call herself.

[captainobnoxious]

[Feel free to take a chair. It's probably left over from her hanging up the hot calculator paintings. Why get rid of something you'll probably need again in the future?]

Mother, monster, son, whatever it was, I hope that's the first, last, and only one of those weirdos. Can't say I'll be able to stop myself the next time.

[isafraid]

[Hot calculator paintings... Yeah, he. He might recognize those. But a chair has been acquired!]

Hope you will. [sits] if not, I'd worry that there's no one around here that'd be able to hold you back.

[captainobnoxious]

[MMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNYEYEAAAH.]

Mettaton can.

[And she's glum about it.]

I'm sure there's other people too like, strength wise -- Cherry could. Definitely. But it depends on how he's feeling too, I guess. But... definitely the robot.

[isafraid]

Of course he could. [Being a metal robot and all. Yeeeaah.

Her glumness raises his brow. They're big, so it's probably noticeable.]

....Is there something off between you?

[captainobnoxious]

You could say that.

[though she doesn't seem inclined to say more...]

He's just mad at me for the same reason Cherry was mad at him like, last week.

[isafraid]

[And Speedwagon's not one to pry...]

.... You mean the motive, then? [Yeah, that seemed like a bigger mess then any of them thought it would be.]

I... I understand. This trial was certainly not better then the last.

[captainobnoxious]

[SSSSSSSSSOMETHING

LIKE THAT]

More of what happened during the trial, but yeah. Along the same lines. Recklessness and stuff.

[isafraid]

Ah... that. [YEAH, OKAY. He gets it. Hoo boy, that part.]

...If you're asking my opinion of anything, there's nothing wrong with a bit of recklessness. Much as it can be a problem. It's already gotten us out of at least one tricky spot.

[...] But this time probably wasn't the time for it.