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

[helladoptera]

[ Max doesn't really... do a whole lot once she arrives, but she does to to the party! She grabs a sandwich (she doesn't really care which), and a glass of water, and heads to a corner to sit in a chair and fuss around with Prompto's camera. It looks like she's going through and deleting the pictures taken today at the crime scene, as well as looking through some of the ones taken before everything went down.

Eventually, she takes the worlds saddest selfie, but other than that she doesn't seem up to much. Approach? ]

[chides]

[ that was...a hell of a lot to take in. from start to finish, that trial was a wild ride, and while mako doesn't feel a ton of sympathy for diego? he still didn't deserve to die like that.

it was...really something.

mako sits on a chair near max, eating a space tuna salad sandwich himself. ]

Good work today, Max.

[helladoptera]

[ She looks up from the camera for a second when he sits down, not really... making any expression in particular, her face is just kind of neutral tending towards sad. ]

Thanks. Not exactly a Blackwell-approved kind of photography assignment.

[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?]

[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?

Photobomb

[toomanybaseballs]

[... Ah, what the hell. They both need to be cheered up a little.]

[He leans into the shot as best as he can and strikes a pose that wouldn't be out of place on a delinquent. Hopefully she notices?]

[pr159]

[ Taking a sip from his glass of whatever alcohol was brought in for this, and looking unimpressed by that selfie. ]

What was that?

[empathiser]

[will doesn't have much sympathy for diego at all - but the trial itself had been draining and just plain bizarre in places. and the potential for abuse of power was... well. it wasn't good.

but he does feel a little... guilty? he'd been the one to ask max to take crime scene photographs. and while they'd definitely helped at the trial itself, it was tough enough if you weren't used to crime scenes or dead bodies without someone asking you to get up close and personal to document them.

so he sits down on a chair nearby and probably spends far too long figuring out how to approach the topic.]

...

... Sorry.

[good start, will.]

[heartswapped]

Hey, thanks.

[Mom's just going to deposit another plate of cookies onto one of those tables here.

[ebonyknight]

[That bastard Diego deserved his dinosaur death. Apollo felt no sympathy for his cowardly death. A man who thought only of himself deserved such an end. True, some could the same of her...

Not that she cared. She briefly goes to the mess hall to make sure the more sensitive prisoners were in no place to harm themselves before heading to the library. There she takes off her armor--no worries, she has her jumpsuit underneath--and begins to...

Do sit ups? Yeah. There's nothing like a trial to make you want to do exercise.]

[tokencanadian]

[There's nothing like a trial that makes you want to lay down and stop thinking about the world, but here Pyrrha is anyway. Up and about, especially after everything that trial decided to be. When it ended, and everyone was allowed to leave, she was unsure where to go from there.

But she did know she should go and find Apollo. Which she does, when she spots her in the library. Seeing the older woman working out is... a little comforting. Same as usual.]

I hope I'm not intruding.

[tenimuho]

[Oda just came to the library to return this piece of evidence to where it should go. He didn't expect to see Apollo doing situps in here.]

...Do you have enough space to exercise in here?

[The desks and bookshelves don't really lend themselves to using this room as a gym.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric hadn't come here to do any exercise. Rather, he came to settle in with a book and try and forget... whatever the hell today had been. Instead, he stumbled onto the young woman -- one he hadn't spoken to thus far, and had to take a moment to check his location.]

Well. This isn't the weirdest thing I've seen in a library. [Not by a longshot.]

You need someone to keep count for you?

[tenimuho]

[Oda's first order of business is to knock on the door of Cell 7, with a box of apology cigarettes for Rick in hand. He'd like to check on Akande while he's there, too.

After that, he makes his way to the mess hall, and... isn't sure what to do with himself. He has some coffee, and a sandwich of some kind, even he isn't sure. Once that's done, he spends a while checking in with the other people in the hall, asking if they're okay.

Once he runs out of people to fuss over, he... sits, and stares at the opposite wall.

He's not completely zoned out, he won't jump if you talk to him, but he's definitely stuck in his own thoughts.

Eventually, he remembers that he should probably return this robotics book to the library. So he does, putting it in the correct shelf this time, and then spends a while looking over the titles for something else to read. He doesn't think he's going to be reading that particular book any time soon.]

[goldrighthand]

[HE'S TRYING TO SLEEP YOU SHIT

okay but he's not asleep yet so. if Rick hasn't opened the door, Akande will, sighting the cigarettes and shaking his head]

Were everyone so easily placated.

[Everyone he knows, anyway. He seems slightly amused, to be honest.]

Checking in

[toomanybaseballs]

[Leon is kind of shook up right now. He's trying not to show it. After all, he had a lot of warnings this might happen, but to actually see it.]

... What if that was... me...?

[He frowns at his words and shakes his head. Clearly, he hadn't seen his roomie yet.]

library

[canted]

[Alec's been slowly working his way through all of the alternate history books in the library, for lack of anything else to do and because reconnaissance is what he does, so he's returning something he started a few days ago and looking through . . . what appears to be the garbage paranormal romance section.]

Hey. Looking for something in particular?

[andneversaydie]

[...honestly, it's kind of hard to feel sympathy for Diego, all things considered, but man, does Mozu ever feel tired and icky about that whole thing. Even if he basically tried to kill everyone (and succeeded in the case of Albel), something still feels wrong about sentencing someone to death by... dragon... thing?

...That was a dragon, right? It looked kind of like a dragon.

Misidentifications of dinosaurs born of ignorance and alternate universe shenanigans aside, as drained as Mozu feels, she does find herself in the kitchen and cooking up... some stew. Look. It's the universal comfort food where she comes from. It's getting repetitive, but it's comforting, and she'll be serving it to anyone who wants some.]

[tenimuho]

The stew looks good.

[Hey, Mozu. Oda's mostly in here to get a glass of water.]

What's in there, if you know?

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha had come into the kitchen looking for something to nibble on. Finding Mozu here shouldn't have been as surprising as it was.]

It smells great, Mozu. [She remarks while she heads to the cupboards.] Is there anything to go with it?

[heartswapped]

How're you holding up, sweet pea?

[Look, she's sure most of us feel tired and icky from the whole ordeal. She's not judging.

But she will peer over and take a look at those ingredients. Smells good, even if she's unfamiliar with some of them.]

[toomanybaseballs]

[Leon's a bit young to be drinking, so he's just mooching off the weird space cookies in the mess hall.]

[He can't get the whole ordeal out of his mind. The murder, the execution, all of it. Sure, Diego was a jerk, and he kind of deserved to be executed in his underwear-]

[Aaaaaaugh! What the hell was Leon thinking?! That could have been him getting killed by a robot! That would be the second time he... He's not dead! He's sitting here, eating cookies. How could he really be dead?!?]

[Yeah, no. He's going back to Cell 10. If anyone wants to catch him in the hallway
before he goes to sleep, feel free.]

mess hall

[tokencanadian]

...Are you alright?

[Dumb question, possibly, but Pyrrha's also here, and it kills her seeing Leon like this, so she might as well say something.]

Hallway

[power_of_dominance]

[Soma didn't want to stick around the "party," so after retrieving some food for himself and Toko, he's headed back to the cells. He spots the redhead, and though they haven't spoken he feels bad for the other guy. This whole mess is really rattling Leon, clearly, and since Soma is Toko's friend and so is Leon....]

You holding up okay?

mess hall

[canted]

[On the one hand: the annoying mundane is quiet. On the other hand: Alec's starting to feel responsible for all these dumb mundanes so he eventually sits down next to Leon and pours himself a drink.]

You want some?

[It's not like silly mundane things like drinking ages matter right now. They've seen a lot of death. Alcohol is a necessary evil at the moment.]