we're all living under loaded gun

[amygdalae]

[Every week was bad, but this one? This one most likely has hit them all the hardest.

All well, almost all of them. Bruce certainly can't speak for everyone here... not that there's a lot of them left now.

Anyway.

Working with Speedwagon in the kitchen the two of them whip up a decent, simple fare of food just so that their stomachs won't go empty - Bruce knows that a lot of them won't have much of an appetite at all after what happened, and he can't blame them. He doesn't have much of one himself even after the food is done.

Once everything is set up in the dining hall a couple of hours later after everything that happened downstairs Bruce goes around to slip a notice to every body's room. (Everyone that is still alive, that is.)]

I know what happened was hard to take in. I feel the same as well.
If you wish to be alone I understand, but if you need company, or somebody to talk to... there is food in the dining hall made by Speedwagon and I.

I sincerely hope to see you there.

- B. Banner

[For Sigrun and Cherryblod respectively, he'll have the note along with a plate of some food from the gathering by their door.

As mentioned earlier, there's a small fare of simple, light food and snacks for everyone to eat if they have the stomach for it. For better or for worse there's alcohol too, although Bruce certainly isn't going anywhere near it. But if anybody needs that drink after what happened, he can't blame them for the need for it, either.]

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[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel doesn't know what he can do.

He's one of those people who helped doom Mettaton, but Gabriel Knight is also not a heartless man. It was murder, what Mettaton did. But what they did to Mettaton is just as much of a senseless killing.

Their numbers are down more than half, and for what? Some freak's entertainment?

When he approaches Cherryblod, he's holding what looks like some kind of mixed drink-- nothing too boozy, but it should taste all right.]

Brought you something.

[cherryblooded]

...Mostly I drink to celebrate, but I'll make an exception for this.

[He accepts the drink with a hand that's only trembling a little bit.]

Thank you.

[notjustawriter]

Losing people is never easy.

I've been through it a lot, even before comin' here.

[cherryblooded]

I've lost friends, but Mettaton was more than that. And I've never - it's never happened this way.

[Unexpected betrayal, he means. You expect it in the mob.]

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel's quiet for a while, and then:]

I was dating a woman last year. Beautiful woman, outta my league; sorta lucky to be dating her at all, really.

I ended up learning she was the leader of a cartel murdering people for some sort of ritual.

[...]

She died saving my life.

[cherryblooded]

I'm sorry.

[...He understands, or thinks he does.]

It's hard. That you love them doesn't mean they didn't do awful things, but you can't stop loving them like flipping a switch.

[notjustawriter]

It's difficult.

One of those things where I don't think anyone ever gets passed, you know?

[cherryblooded]

Not even decades later.

[...Sorry, Mettaton. He'll try to mourn you a little less.]