do it for love

[penduli]

[ Every week is the same song and dance, but it never really gets easier, or works, or ever seems like it’s going to stop.

There will be time for everyone to rest before Black comes knocking on their doors (a moot point, given the soundproofedness of them) and slipping a note beneath them. He needed the respite too, and they needed to prepare food, and… he still thinks it’s a little weird to have a party after a trial, but he’s starting to really understand why it’s not a bad idea, either. ]

[Name],

Misa would’ve wanted us to keep a smile on our faces, or at least put a smile somewhere. There’s a pancake bar up in the chapel, if you’d like to come by and make a few happen. If you don't want to come, that's fine, too. The offer's open all night.

Ever yours,
Black

[ …the ending is something he’s never quite shaken, unfortunately.

Those that make their way up to the chapel will, indeed, find a pancake bar, courtesy of Yosuke and Stan (because Black never feels that hungry after trials and someone needs to stress bake here). That is, there are pancakes! There are syrups, whipped cream, fruits, berries, candies, etc! Sprinkles! Hot chocolate, ice cream… everything you could want for your build-your-own-pancake masterpiece. It’s all set up on some tables shoved against the chapel’s walls.

…special Stancakes (or pancakes with a hint of Stan in them, aka some of his hair that might’ve gotten in there accidentally, whoops) are also available.

There’s also alcohol—dessert wines mostly, to pair with their overwhelming sugar bias, but there’s some ordinary stuff there too. Pancake bar.

The framed photos are where they’ve always been on the center area, along with their matching stuffed animals. …or most of them; some haven’t been made, some pictures haven’t been put up, you get the idea. ]

Comments

[uro_cyon]

I wouldn't call this comfortable, it's way too small. [ Offhandedly like it's almost a joke:]

Maybe if he put in a racetrack.

[isafraid]

...The sort that are for horses, or "cars"?

[Cause he's been caught up over that before.]

[uro_cyon]

Cars. They go a lot faster than horses ever could.

[isafraid]

As... I've been told.

[by Lynne. nnngh.]

I'd wager a track like that wouldn't fit inside this place to begin with.

[uro_cyon]

Probably wouldn't, but it's gotten to the point where I won't put anything past the guy. [ The whole zombie revenge kill business comes to mind.]

[isafraid]

He's a mystery, that's the whole truth of it. [Especially coming from a guy like Speedwagon. He could never figure out what this guy is coming from, but her could tell there were clues...]

He could be from a point in time further in the future then all of us!

[uro_cyon]

Where this is all possible and not science fiction written by a bored teenager? [ No he's not increasingly bitter at the state of things at all.]

[isafraid]

[...] I might be right-minded to agree with you, if I could fathom what "Science Fiction" is.

[It's great growing up before the invention of a genre. So great!]

[uro_cyon]

[ Oh.] Stories that involve things like aliens, spaceships, and feats that shouldn't be possible using science as a basis.

It's a genre, like action. [ ...He hopes that explanation is good enough.]

[isafraid]

[...He mouths several of the words. "Aliens", "Spaceships"....?

Here's hoping he doesn't look as confused as he is...]

...Well, that's nice. I can say I rather enjoy some simple action stories myself.

[...He does look as confused as he is. He can't hide it.]

[uro_cyon]

[ He looks pretty confused yeah, and Aiden almost feels bad. It probably made more sense to change the topic.]

...what would you want as an addition to this place?

[isafraid]

...Hmm, well that's hard to say, besides the obvious.

[uro_cyon]

No hobbies you miss?

[isafraid]

Wasn't exactly the sort that got the privilege of having many hobbies. To tell the truth, reading would be the one hobby I missed. Never had much time, or money, to do it then.

[And with a fully stocked, if rather nonsensical in it's stock, library, Speedwagon had nary a reason to complain on that front.]

You?

[uro_cyon]

Driving. [ A beat.] And giving Blume a headache. [ He hasn't offered too many personal details here, but even the vault was wearing on him at this point.]

My occupation isn't completely inaccurate.

[isafraid]

Right... "vigilante" eh? I can't say the meaning is lost on me.

[Unlike... everything else.]

Can't say I know about a "Blume" either.

[uro_cyon]

[ A nod.] Company in Chicago. They try to push that their for the people and all that, but they're really just greedy and power hungry.

[isafraid]

Hmm. [He gets it. Have a nod right back at you, Aiden.]

I know the like. The whole lot of them, you just wish you could toss them all in the river.

[uro_cyon]

Sometimes it's easier to just get over on them.

[isafraid]

[He glances at him.] Like how?

[uro_cyon]

Extortion for one.

[isafraid]

So, stealing, in plain terms?

[uro_cyon]

Right. [ There wasn't any real point in hiding it.]

[isafraid]

Don't think that I'm about to argue with you on it. Being a thief is the same, no matter what time it's in.

[At least, it is to him.]

Seems we've all got some things we still won't talk about.