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.]

Comments

[cherryblooded]

[Who actually talks about their issues?]

That's the best we can do right now. ...I'm sure she'd appreciate it.

[goodforsomething]

Yeah. Didn't seem right to just...leave it there, y'know? I'll stick it on the memorial later.

[cherryblooded]

Mm. [Silence for a second.] Do you know what animal Black's going to make her?

[goodforsomething]

No idea. Some kinda watery thing, I'd guess. Swan or something.

...actually, they're mean bastards. Maybe not one of those.

[cherryblooded]

I've known some very nice swans. And a lot of swans who would mess you up if you looked at them funny, so it's hard to say.

[goodforsomething]

The ones I've seen weren't...y'know. People.

[Kinda like how he's eaten shrimp before but is probably not a murderer based solely on that? This is weird.]

Just nasty overgrown geese.

[cherryblooded]

[Indeed. It's pretty weird.]

Don't say that to any people swans you happen to ever meet. It's racist.

[goodforsomething]

[Stan considers this.]

Yeah, sounds racist.

[cherryblooded]

What do you think would suit her better? If not swans.

[goodforsomething]

I dunno. Maybe one of those herons. They're pretty birds.

[cherryblooded]

That could be nice. She was beautiful, after all.

[And now he's thinking of what Mettaton said, which means he's thinking of Mettaton again.

Sorry, Aqua.]

[goodforsomething]

Yeah.

[Stan isn't thinking much of that, if only because he thinks there's a lot of logical flaws in the idea of making someone beautiful after caving their skull in.]

Maybe I'll start doin' color pictures of them all. I know we got the ones from downstairs, but... [fuck the kingmaker and his grayscale aesthetic tbh]

[cherryblooded]

They're kind of dour, aren't they? I'm sure your art would liven things up.

[...maybe 'liven' wasn't the word there. He winces.]

[goodforsomething]

[Stan pretends not to notice.]

Yeah, it's somethin' to do. Never thought I'd miss gettin' outside and hustlin' tourists so much.

[cherryblooded]

Sounds like fun. Compared to a lot of things.

[goodforsomething]

Used to feel pointless, a lotta the time. I was only there to save Ford, and I didn't get anywhere on that for decades.

But I guess I settled in.

[cherryblooded]

You adjust. Used to think I'd never get used to peace and quiet.

[After the mob thing.]

[goodforsomething]

[Stan chuckles quietly.]

Yeeeeeah. Took me years to stop expectin' old enemies at my door. [.....] Didn't end up makin' a lotta friends in prison even without punchin' folks at random.

[cherryblooded]

That's prison for you. Not a good place to be social.

[He knows too many people who've been there.]

[goodforsomething]

Especially not in Colombia!

[It's not really funny, but Stan grins anyway.]

[cherryblooded]

...Probably funnier if you know where Colombia is.

[goodforsomething]

Eh...just think big drug trade and a lotta gangs. Prison in general's bad, but Colombian prison's worse.

[cherryblooded]

Ohhh, so it's like the Pitch World compared to other places, from what I've heard.

[goodforsomething]

The Pitch World?

[That sounds unpleasant.]

[cherryblooded]

Where I live.

[Yep.]

It's not as bad as it sounds as long as you avoid the parts demons live in.