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

[tenimuho]

[Oda sees that selfie, and he's not sure, but he thinks you're supposed to smile in them, or make funny faces... But who is he to tell Max how to do her thing?]

Max. How are you holding up?

[helladoptera]

Hey, Oda. I'm... eating a sandwich? It's a good sandwich.

[tenimuho]

They are. Cheryl worked hard on them.

...Is there anything I can do?

[He doubts it, but if he can help at all to get Max's mind off things, that'd be a start.]

[helladoptera]

I dunno. I think I'm doing the main thing that can be done, deleting all these crime scene photos.

[ She sighs. ]

Just gotta hope this doesn't happen again.

[tenimuho]

I hope so too.

[He's not confident, but he hopes.]

Thank you for doing that.

[helladoptera]

It's... it's a way I could help. And I'd rather have helped than not.

[tenimuho]

I know. ...But it was still difficult, even if it was the best thing you could do in that situation.

[helladoptera]

Mm.

[ She lets out a shaky, steadying breath. ]

But it's over now. For better or for... suck.

[tenimuho]

Both, I think. The ending was for suck, but... At least we're out of the trial room now.

[They wouldn't have wanted to stay there forever, even if boring Blaze wasn't a concern.]

[helladoptera]

Yeah. And we don't all hate each other or anything.

[ That would suck. ]

[tenimuho]

That would make it much more difficult to put up with each other in an enclosed space like this.

[helladoptera]

Yeah. We just need to make sure we can still work with each other, if something like this happens again.

[ Or it's curtains (not rideaux) for all of them. ]

[tenimuho]

Fighting in the trial room doesn't help much.

[Akande.]

[helladoptera]

Yeah, that was... we need to try not to do that again.

[ We can talk about kinks instead, that's kind of the other way murdergame trials go. ]

[tenimuho]

[Oda will try to contribute to that conversation...]

That would be for the best. I don't think that was the right timing for a philosophical discussion.

[helladoptera]

Yeah, definitely not. We can save that kind of thing for later.

[tenimuho]

...Maybe I should have that discussion later. It would be interesting.

[helladoptera]

It... I'll stay out of it, if it's all the same, but go for it.

[tenimuho]

You should do that. Take care of yourself as best you can.