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.]

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[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.]

[tenimuho]

It's the best I have besides a sincere apology.

[Which he also plans to give, of course.]

How are you holding up, Akande?

[goldrighthand]

I'll heal. [Which is as good as he thinks he could ask for. He'll go to sit back down, though] If I couldn't walk, I'd be more annoyed.

[tenimuho]

[Oda takes a step inside.]

Cheryl's made some coffee, sandwiches, and cookies for everyone in the mess hall. I can bring you some if you would like. The snickerdoodles are very good.

[Who doesn't like snickerdoodles?]

[goldrighthand]

Perhaps later. [snickerdoodles are the bomb he will agree to this] I imagine most want to relax, first.

[I'm pretty sure they don't want to see me. He ain't mad, though. About time they realized what he was made of.]

[tenimuho]

I don't think their relaxation will be impeded by me bringing you cookies in your room. Unless they're very petty people.

[Which, some of them may be, he'll admit to that.]

[goldrighthand]

Hm. I think we killed the greatest of those.

[lol donnie]

If you want, I won't stop you.

[tenimuho]

Alright. Just give me a minute.

[He'll set Rick's cigarette box (it's almost completely full) down on the desk, then leave to get Akande some food.

Shortly thereafter, he returns carrying a plate with a space tuna salad sandwich and a couple of cookies that are close enough to snickerdoodles. And a fork, just in case.]

Here you go.

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.]

[tenimuho]

Leon.

[Oda sits down next to Leon, making sure to announce his presence before he comes too close to him and startles him out of his thoughts.]

It won't be you.

[toomanybaseballs]

Huh?

[You made him jump a little. At least you're familiar... Not that he's he's still not worried.]

You... How can you be sure of that?

[tenimuho]

That was an execution as punishment for murder. If you don't kill anyone, it won't be you in that place.

I don't think you would kill anyone.

[Leon is someone he wants to have faith in.]

[toomanybaseballs]

[But... Why is he here?]

You really think so?

[tenimuho]

I really do. I don't think you'll hurt anyone here.

[Not on purpose, at least.]

[toomanybaseballs]

... Thanks.

[He says, still unsure of himself.]

But what if someone tries to kill me?

[tenimuho]

Then you run to our door and pound on it, or you knock them out and let them wake up later when you're somewhere safer. If it's a guy, kick them in the balls. No one's died from being kicked in the balls.

[He's very serious about this.]

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?

[tenimuho]

Nothing in particular. Just something to help me settle down a little.

[Says the man who could win a contest for 'most mild-mannered' and doesn't seem any more outwardly emotional than usual.]

Do you have any recommendations?

[canted]

They're all inaccurate and very . . . [How does one say "I skipped over all the sex scenes because I'm too gay for that much straight sex" without sounding like a prude?] Situationally similar. I liked the writing better in that one, though.

[He's pointing at a particular book, which is about werewolves.]

[tenimuho]

[And Oda will pick up that one! Werewolves, huh.]

I see. ...By inaccurate do you mean 'the setting is badly researched' or something closer to 'no one in real life swoons for no reason only to fall into a handsome man's arms'?

[canted]

I mean they're obviously written by mundanes and not people who know anything about werewolves or vampires. [He's taking one about bear shifters.] Anyone who's changing into a bear isn't a "shifter." They're just using glamour to hide their true form.

[tenimuho]

Oh, it's that kind of inaccurate. ...But we seem to come from very different places, so maybe that's how it works where the author is from.

[Stop being prejudiced against space shifters. Spifters.]

[canted]

One of those says being bit by a werewolf renders you immune to zombies so all werewolves are zombie hunters. Don't you think the author has better things to be doing than writing a romance novel if they really did live in a zombie apocalypse?

[He's prejudiced against everything equally. Especially fun.]

[tenimuho]

...Well, I think that would make widespread publication a bit difficult, but actually it might be a more worthwhile pursuit than most other forms of recreation during a zombie apocalypse. Writing things down doesn't need much in the way of technology, and paper is fairly portable.