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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[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? ]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]