drove to Chicago, all things know, all things know

[cherryblooded]

[This is getting so routine.

Cherryblod had thought about napping the rest of the day, like he'd said, but there are people to take care of, people who'd been closer to Aiden and Shirazu than he had been. So after about an hour in his room to decompress, he'd headed to the kitchen and started cooking. At some point Stan and Bruce had both joined him.

Almost everyone seems to want to take care of those who are remaining. Almost everyone.

The food this time is mostly soup and sandwiches - nothing fancy, nobody's in the mood to appreciate it - but it's there set up in the dining room by the time everyone (alive) receives notes under their doors. ...He slips an extra one for Sigrun under Mettaton's door, just in case.]

[name],
If you want to spend this time by yourself, that's fine.
If you'd rather have some company, there's food in the dining room, and you're all welcome there.
If you want to take some food and go, that's fine, too.
Take care of yourself.
-Cherryblod, Stan, Bruce

Comments

[goodforsomething]

[Another week, another death. It's almost becoming routine.

Stan's gotten used to a lot of weird shit before. Seems like this shouldn't be one of them, but it's getting there. That's fucked up, isn't it? Once he's done helping out with the food and drink, he finds a table and sits with a glass of whiskey and a sketchbook. No worries - he's not getting too drunk. Not here, anyway; this isn't the time to make other people responsible for getting him back to his room okay.

It looks like he's making a pencil drawing of Aiden, guns blazing. If it were Stan, that's the way he'd want to have his memorial.]

[pokexplorer]

[Having noticed Stan working on something too, Colress can't help but lean over to see what he's working on.

...Oh!]

Recreating the execution, Mr. Pines...?

[It's a little strange, but the execution itself was strange, wasn't it? How did Aiden get those guns, anyway?]

[goodforsomething]

Yeah! It was badass! If I died like that, I'd definitely want it on my tombstone!

[pokexplorer]

It certainly was something, wasn't it? I'm still not sure how he managed to fight back like that...no one else has.

[He has to give Aiden props for that.]

[goodforsomething]

It was awesome! I guess guns are better on that thing than...kicking. [Mettaton.]

Maybe the next idiot who decides to kill someone should just bring a bomb. Not like it matters at that point.

[pokexplorer]

...Let's not think about two more people being sacrificed just to see what blowing that thing up does.

[The hilarious thing is that a few weeks ago he'd be all for doing exactly that.

...But there are so few of us already, Stan. Also character development.]

[goodforsomething]

Don't get me wrong - I'd rather we didn't do any of that again.

But I've been wantin' that every week. [And, well, look at where we are.]

[pokexplorer]

Right... We all have.

[From the very first week they wanted this to stop. But now there are only ten of them, and another week looms before them.]

I suppose the most we can do to combat it is keep exploring... With luck, we may get another floor that will prove to be more promising than the last.

[Thaaat's not going to be the case, but he's still holding out hope.]

[goodforsomething]

Seems like we're finding more interesting stuff the higher we get.

[He means ghosts and books and things, obviously, but he can't quite help but add:] It'd be nice if we could get a pool!

[pokexplorer]

A pool? I suppose that could be nice. Not entirely useful for getting out of here, but it truly has been a while since we have been able to submerge ourselves in water, hasn't it?

[He never really thought he'd miss something like that, but they've been deprived of a lot of basic things for so long...]

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, no kiddin'. I'd really like a hot tub, but I'm guessin' he doesn't take requests.

[Stan sighs, looking up at the ceiling.]

...could go for a window, too.

[pokexplorer]

If he can supposedly materialize floors from nothing, then I don't see why hot tubs would be out of the question. Then again, it's him. So, who knows.

[He sure doesn't feel like making any conversation with the Kingmaker to find out.]

A window would indeed be nice... A few weeks ago, Miss Sigrun was painting sunrises and sunsets. I still miss those parts of everyday life.

[goodforsomething]

Yeah. I miss seein' outside...it'll be gettin' too cold for fishing soon, if my memories aren't lyin' to me.

[who knows when they left or anything, really. how does time work.]

But even just goin' out here would be nice. Assumin' it ain't a nuclear wasteland or some shit.

[isafraid]

...Suppose you wouldn't mind sharing a bit of that?

[Cause he totally gets it if Stan doesn't want to. But boy would that help a little, not that he likes the thought of becoming irresponsibly drunk himself.]

[goodforsomething]

Sure.

[Stan proffers the bottle, which is nearby in case of refills.]

Just don't get too drunk and pass out in the explosion zone.

[isafraid]

[You're an excellent guy, Stan. Let Speedy have some of that.

....Or, he would, right up until Stan has to go and say that...]

Explosion zone huh...?

[goodforsomething]

Sure, passin' out drunk counts as fallin' asleep. I asked.

Just don't overdo it, it's fine!