marrow and blood encircle me

[heartswapped]

[That didn't work out so well, did it?

Two more people dead. Two more drawings join Scraggly, Fourtinbras, Shirou, and Alexander on the shrine, although it seems like Diego's might have been scribbled a little more haphazardly than the others. Not that it really matters; Cheryl's never been a very good artist, but it's the thought that counts.

Cheryl's holed herself up in the kitchen, having made a fresh pot of coffee and some sandwiches of various fillings (although several of these look like they may or may not be space tuna salad) before getting to work on a batch of cookies. They taste...kind of like snickerdoodles. In space, it's hard to tell.

She even raided what booze they had in the fridge and set it up in the mess hall, if you need that.

Of course, she's not going to complain if anyone else wants a go at the kitchen. But mostly, she just set everything up so others can come, rest themselves after a long day, and share in their collective grief.]

Comments

[ebonyknight]

[Sorry, did you want to be alone? Because there's now a large presence lurking nearby.]

How are you doing that?

[Explain this camera and also get your mind off things?]

[helladoptera]

[ She blinks, not getting it for a second, but then- ]

Oh, the camera?

[ebonyknight]

Yes. You're removing the images somehow.

[Look, they can make skyships but digital cameras? What are those?]

[helladoptera]

Oh, uh... digital cameras let you store and manage pictures. They're all stored on a... memory card or whatever, so you can sort and delete how you want. Some even let you do simple photo edits on the camera itself, but I'm not really into that.

[ebonyknight]

[Did Albel have a memory card in his arm??]

I see. You could store a lot of images on one?

[helladoptera]

Yup. I don't know how many this one stores, but it could probably keep at least a few hundred.

[ebonyknight]

That's quite a lot. It'll be useful.

[helladoptera]

Yeah. Just gotta... keep enough space for murder pictures in case something like this happens again, I guess.

[ If the motive was any indication, this might well be Blaze's goal. ]

[ebonyknight]

It will.

[Apollo??? Why do you do these things?]

[helladoptera]

Thanks for the... vote of confidence.

[ She can't argue that Blaze will try again, at least. ]

[ebonyknight]

Did I say you were going to kill someone?

[Judging by Diego... it's obvious that someone will follow in his footsteps.]

[helladoptera]

No, but I'd really prefer to not see more people die. I've had my fill, thanks.

[ebonyknight]

[She pauses. Then there's a slight change of tone.]

I know. That wasn't my intention.

[helladoptera]

Yeah, well... I don't entirely disagree with you, if we keep getting "motivation" from our resident cyborg asshole.

[ebonyknight]

I'd be more worried if he didn't continue giving us 'motivation'.

[Since that would mean he was bored with them.]

[helladoptera]

I'd take being left alone to... rehabilitate or whatever it was Price had us doing.

[ebonyknight]

Unless that means he decides to leave the ship and destroy it while we're in here still.

[helladoptera]

That... would be a major bummer, yeah.

[ebonyknight]

Which is why we shouldn't be too quick to get rid of him yet.

[helladoptera]

Right. Rock and a... murder place.

[ebonyknight]

Quite a conundrum isn't it.

[helladoptera]

You can say that again. Way different from worrying about grades and photo contests.

[ebonyknight]

Civilians shouldn't have to be in a place like this.

[Is that... actual regret?]