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

[isafraid]

I can't say that's a terrible idea, myself. You should get some rest, Cherryblod.

[He takes a drink of his own glass. Maybe with this, he'll actually get some rest himself.]

I feel like I might do the same thing.

[cherryblooded]

Honestly, we should all just declare Saturdays to be time off from each other. No arguments, definitely no murder...

[isafraid]

Suppose we can make a drinking day of it, too. [...wait.]

Maybe not. Can't say that only good ideas come after drinking.

[cherryblooded]

Maybe we can all settle down with a book from the library and a nice cup of tea.

[isafraid]

I'd be all for that. Maybe we'd prevent a murder that way. [He sees no problem with sitting down with a book... as long as you can find the time.

...He rubs the side of his head, face drawn like he's easing off a headache.]

We'll... have to convince some of the others though.

[cherryblooded]

True. ...And we'd have to find a substitute for tea for Mettaton, but other than that it should be fine.

[isafraid]

Well... can't claim to know what a creature of his sort takes. Oil would be my guess.

[He shrugs, taking a sip.]

Magic isn't a subject I'm too familiar with.

[cherryblooded]

Not something I'd want to drink, but I don't know what it tastes like to robots... May have to ask him directly.

[isafraid]

One of us may have to ask him next time we see the bloke.

[But what if it might be rude...?]

...Have you seen him lately, after that trial?

[cherryblooded]

Not yet. I'll check up on him a little later, after I've calmed down a bit more.

[No point in him getting upset again, too.]

[isafraid]

You've run into a spot of trouble with your son? [...] Is this about the trial?

[cherryblooded]

Not with him, specifically. But the trial in general... was difficult.

[Oh boy, was it difficult.]

[isafraid]

Feels like it was. Probably the most difficult of any we've been forced through.

[He hears ya there, Cherryblod.]

[cherryblooded]

I could sympathize with the first three culprits.

This one, not so much.

[isafraid]

I can't say I would expect anyone to, especially after what he... they did to poor Miss Megumi...

[He sounds especially downtrodden, saying her name.]

[cherryblooded]

...I don't have the right to judge a person's value. Not someone like me. But I can't forgive someone who'll take their desire for another person and twist it into that.

[isafraid]

It's a bloody, twisted mess of a thing, desire like that. I can't claim to understand it, myself.

[Would they even be able to if they tried? It wasn't such that he wanted to just condemn the man, the trial had just stretched on for so long. In the end, it hit harder then the rest.

He took a drink, bigger then the last.]

I've been thinking it over, about the things that "Norma" said to everyone. Frankly, it's all a load of crap.

[cherryblooded]

Don't even know where to begin with how wrong she was. Lost my temper then, might lose it again now.

[isafraid]

Alright, easy now. [He raises a glass.] None of us need any more trouble this night.

[cherryblooded]

[Yeah, he's definitely taking another sip of his drink.]

Sorry. I'll stay under control, promise.