It floats away, a small wish with tears and a little regret

[desperateprayer]

[ After the entire trial, Clarith gets to work. If Rii-san won't make the memorials, she will, and if Rii-san does, she'll supervise. And then, she'll slip a letter under each door. ]

Please join me in the gardens for a funeral and then a wake in the first floor rest area.

- Sister Clarith

[ When people arrive, Clarith is waiting with her Levin Bible in hand. Afterward, they can all file into the rest area, where hopefully someone has made food! She's sure someone would have, but she wanted to just... Get the funeral done. ]

Comments

let's make some frickin' soup

[shikosuki]

[ Choromatsu is SUPER at a loss, so much so that Junpei's voice doesn't register to him at first. But when it does, he looks at him sheepishly]

Um... yeah. Sure.

AW YE AW YE I was thinking specifically of Churro

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Oh, good. Well at least he's not impossible to reach. That's a relief.]

Ever get the hang of that miso...?

TRES BIEN

[shikosuki]

A little bit. It still doesn't taste as good as mom's though. Or T--

[ He stops himself there ]

...Um. But yeah.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Better than mine. It might be just what people need right now, too. Something... a little like home.

[You know. For the Japanese left among us.]

[shikosuki]

...Yeah.

Tofu... tofu would also be... healthy right now...

[ He's kinda just. Mumbling to himself. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah. It's easy. People should be able to keep that down.

[shikosuki]

[ nodding ]

...Should we do two soups? In case... not everyone likes Japanese...

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah--yeah, we've got a lot of Westerners here. Or Western. Type people, anyway. I can probably throw something together.

[He is an expert at throwing something together.]

[shikosuki]

[ nods again ]

I've seen... stock. Around. Both vegetable and meat stocks. It shouldn't be hard.

And then... rice?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Everybody likes rice. And we can make a lot of it at once.

[And it takes, like, zero effort with a rice cooker. Survival mode cooking.]

That should be good...?

[shikosuki]

...Yeah. It should be.

I doubt anyone is in the mood for more than that. [ He knows he isn't. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Probably not, no.

[Junpei could probably eat more if his stomach didn't feel so faintly twisty-nervous, container of the anxious certainty the next body could drop in an hour and they'd have to be ready. That if someone doesn't do something good, right now, someone else will do something bad.]

You good to cook?

[shikosuki]

I should be asking you the same question.

[ That's not an answer Choromatsu ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

...I've done this every day for the last year of my life, Sketch. Gone home and had to make myself dinner.

[shikosuki]

...Oh.

[ ... ]

Even after stuff like... that?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Well. Not exactly like that.

[He doesn't usually have to deal with maniac AIs taking over people's bodies after a failed murder-suicide.]

But I've... seen some shit, yeah. Seen people die.

[shikosuki]

I see.

...Well. I'm good enough. To cook I mean.

[ He has to be

He has to be stronger if he wants to keep up with everyone else and not be a weak link ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

All right.

[After a moment, he taps Choromatsu's arm gently with his knuckles.]

Thanks.

[shikosuki]

[ ... ]

You're welcome.

[misanthropicprinciple]

If that changes, just. Let me know. I'll grab someone else to help.

[The way things are going, it'd probably be best for kitchen shifts to be two-person.]