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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[cherryblooded]

[For a long time after the trial, Cherryblod will be in his room with the door closed and will not open it, no matter who knocks or calls to him.

Eventually, though, he'll make his way to the dining hall. His eyes are redder than normal, and he doesn't make a move to interact with anyone - merely carries in the plate of food Bruce so kindly brought out to him and starts to eat in silence.

He can't shut down. He can't close himself off. He has to be here, because if he cuts himself off then he won't recover from this.

It's hard to imagine recovering from this anyway.]

[amygdalae]

[During the gathering itself Bruce will do his best to go around, offering food and talking with people and checking up on them - although if they don't desire his company and/or want to be alone he will understand. This whole thing, after all, has been especially hard for everyone.

...as it dies down, however, Bruce takes his leave to head to the chapel, where he'll be fixing up the two new portraits of Misa and Aqua, as well as making a spot for Mettaton eventually if they go there again. Aqua in particular he pays more attention to, and when he's done he sits at the front pew right in front of her picture and... more or less just stares at her picture, a somber look on his face as his hands toy with the charm that she had made for him not so long ago.]

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel has absolutely no appetite tonight.

He wants to hate Mettaton, but just like with Misa, all he can feel is a growing numbness.

He'd like Mettaton, liked Aqua... this is all too much.

They're down to twelve, now, and he doesn't really know what to think anymore. He doesn't look like he wants to be left alone tonight, though he'll be hesitant about approaching people-- after what just happened, well... he wishes he could be a lot angrier than he is right now.

So much for being a protector of good.]

[penduli]

[ ...Sigrun's not in her room, and her plate is still there, so he picks that up and—after a very quick stop at the chapel to set Misa's lamb by her picture and murmur a small prayer, Black sets out to find her.

Music room—nope, of course not, who the fuck is going to be there. Workshop? Work—ah, there she is. ]

Miss Sigrun?



[ And after he's spent some time with Sigrun (and dropped off her plate of food and a solid bottle of gin, whether she wants either of them or not), Black'll wander back downstairs. He peeks into the dining hall, considering it, then turns on his heel and goes to the library instead.

He's not hungry—he rarely ever is—and he's not trying tonight. Tonight is a time to get lost in fiction and slowly set books aside in piles like he'd done the first week. He won't say no to company, but... he's not particularly seeking it out. He's not really sure anyone is. ]

[isafraid]

[Even with all this food, Speedwagon isn't feeling too up for eating, even if he made it. Plenty of alcohol too, but... that's for later. Too bad the numbness was already here.

He didn't want to think about the case anymore, it was so long and nagging, and Mettaton went to his death all the same. Did he hate the robot? To a degree. He liked Aqua, and she certainly didn't need to be killed for no reason besides that the Kingmaker wanted them gone.

But what that meant, he wasn't sure. And his thoughts would be spinning for the rest of the night. The gathering sees Speedwagon going around at a steady pace, offering food, making a bit more of it, then taking a seat off to the side where he steals a few more looks at that 'H' locket, a look of consternation edging onto his face.

Even later Speedwagon's left the party, but not for anywhere specific. He's... patrolling, checking out the dark corners of the floor and moving up to the next one. A chunk of the night patrol was gone, which didn't do. And, as somber as he looks, and how his shoulders slump, he still keeps walking.]