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

[bloodisthicker]

...yeah, it really was.

[Deeeep breath.]

Are you handling it alright, at least?

[garudynamic]

[He nods]

I dunno, it was weird. I mean, literally. Everything was so strange I'm not sure how to feel about it. So I guess I'm handling it better then most of us.

[He's too young and unworldly for the darker implications of what happened to feel real to him, and too confused by what happened to be disturbed on a deeper level. In a way he's literally too much of a child to be anything but scared and flabbergasted instead of shaken to his core like many of the adults had been]

Are YOU okay?

[bloodisthicker]

...actually, that probably bodes pretty well for you, then, if you haven't actually come into contact with that kind of thing often enough for it to affect you that much. Sometimes, things just get worse the more you deal with them instead of getting easier.

[...he doesn't want to have a heart-to-heart with a teen, though...]

...I'll survive.

[garudynamic]

[He nods softly- he is, now literally, the youngest person left alive in the Vault. On this, he'll trust that Tarrlok is right. Still-]

Not what I asked, but I guess I'll take it. You should eat something.

[bloodisthicker]

[...

oh yeah, he... should've eaten some pork buns while he was making them.]

...I really should've tested the food before putting it out, thinking about it...

[garudynamic]

It turned out okay though. Guess all that cooking is paying off, huh?

[bloodisthicker]

It really is, isn't it? It's amazing what you can accomplish when you have nothing actually important to do.

[garudynamic]

[He snorts at that]

Ain't that the truth. I think everyone in here has picked up some weird hobby or another.

[bloodisthicker]

Well, it's really either picking up a new hobby or killing each other, and it's completely obvious which one of those is the better option.

[...even if the latter happens every fucking week]