I don't wanna live my life again.

[toomanybaseballs]

[This has got to be the worst day Leon's ever had. Besides dying the first time.]

[A little while after the trial is over, Leon going around sliding notes under everyone's door:]

Dear everyone,

Sorry my roommate went and killed 5 people like that. I really should have known he would try that (he is in the mafia, right?) but then again if his kids were still alive he wouldn't have been affected by that awful motive.

You know what, let's just try to survive without killing everyone. Ok? Too much to ask?

Max is making waffles in the kitchen if anyone's hungry.

- Leon.

P.S. Oda wrote a bunch of letters after the last trial and he asked me to give them to you. It's probably a good idea to at least look at it once before you tear it to shreds.

[The individual letters from Oda are attached to the invite. If your name is Will, you're also getting letters addressed to Dazai and Ango.]

[True to the letter, Max is making waffles in the kitchen. Apparently, waffles are the best way to cope after the mess of a trial we just had. Meanwhile, Leon has grabbed a pen and paper from the storage closet and... Seems to be writing something down. He doesn't look too hot himself...]

[Links to the letters: Akande, Fukawa, Will, Mozu, Rick, Varric, Pryyha, Noctis, CT, Soma. Leon already gave Max her letter.]

Comments

[helladoptera]

[ Max is indeed in the kitchen, making waffles!! A lot of waffles. Probably more waffles than are strictly necessary. Oh dear, this is a Coping thing, huh? Feel free to come say hi or... try to stop her? If she can be stopped.

Later on, though, Max will stop either on her own or at the behest of someone else, and can be found sitting at a table and picking at one of the waffles. For someone who just made a metric Ton of them, she doesn't seem very hungry. ]

table

[toomanybaseballs]

[Leon's not too hungry either, but he may as well keep Max company.]

... Hey. [Not the best conversation starter but yeah.]

[goldrighthand]

[I hope that I put up a fight that was worthy of someone called 'your friend'..

The note is crushed and thrown in to the trash. Even if he hadn't fought Oda, much less been the one to execute him, his absolute surrender at the end is unforgivable. The worst sort of crime you could commit, in Akande's eyes, and it makes all of this a bitter pill. He'd hoped to lure one of the others in to killing, to have one less body to worry about - instead, it was snatched up by someone who couldn't even bear to see it through to the end.

Oda had not been worth the 'gift'.

Akande won't be in the kitchen. He won't be in his cell, either. He'll be in the exercise yard, but not working out for once. Stargazing, by the look of things, lying on his back and frowning as he tries to process this single feel his disappointment.]

[andneversaydie]

[...Mozu is alone in her cell. Because all of her roommates are dead.

...

You can push stuff under the door, and maybe she'll answer. Maybe. But it's locked pretty tight.]

Cell

[toomanybaseballs]

[Leon pauses as he's slipping notes under people's doors...]

[Crap, he's not the only one who has to sleep alone tonight. That probably sounds wrong, but he had grown to like Oda's presence in their shared cell... And poor Mozu's a simple farm girl! She doesn't deserve this!]

[That's why Leon knocks on her door and tries to get her attention.]

Hey... Mozu? You okay in there?

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric took awhile to appear at the meeting. There was... a lot to parse out, and while he knew the others would need him, he was worthless in his current state.

Instead, he retreated to Cell 4. The door was left open a crack, enough for anyone to hear the sound of ripping paper and the occasional pounding fist on a desk. If anyone happened to enter, they'd witness shreds of paper being knocked to the floor, Varric's crisp handwriting scrawled across all of them.

Eventually, though, he would approach Will, Noctis and Fukawa with their notes from Mako. His gaze didn't quite meet theirs as he approached, and when he spoke, his voice was soft]

You should read this.

[Rather than immediately going to the mess hall after his deliveries, Varric instead moved to the library. For the first time in a long time, Varric actually seemed to be writing at a decent speed, rather than making notes, rehashing history, or crossing out and crumpling pages.

Eventually, the product of his efforts would be revealed. He approached the mess hall finally, quiet as he had been all night, and left a piece of paper against the wall for anyone that might care to read.]

The night was cold and dark as Mako took to the streets. Like a great many detectives before him, he was something of a lone wolf. To anyone that might work the mean streets of the city, he might have looked vulnerable.

They'd quickly be taken by surprise.

Mako worked quickly. There were those that tried to corrupt his city, taking bending by force and turning people against one another. Those before him might have defaulted to mass protest, even terrorism, but not he. He believed that if anyone could save his city from this injustice, it was him.

And as he worked to bring down another monster in a shadowy alley, the city began to believe in him.

[For the rest of the night, Varric was quiet, and kept mostly to himself. He wouldn't deny company, but don't expect him to seek you out tonight.]

[helladoptera]

... hey.

[ Knockin' it out of the park so far, both of them. ]

kitchen

[tokencanadian]

[Look, someone has to eventually come in here and see how many waffles Max is making. That someone might as well be Pyrrha.]

...Max?

[They haven't had a chance to talk since the trial so. Hey.]

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha doesn't come to the meeting first off, she's actually sitting in cell 1 for a little while, because she just so happened to find a note from Apollo in her name. If you happen to look through the door, you'll spot her sitting motionless on one of the beds, focused on the piece of paper held in her tired hands.

But eventually she does head out to the mess hall and pick up her note... and some waffles. But that's when she camps out in the hall, sitting against the wall as she nibbles dis-contently at the only thing she'd eaten today.

you're just Pyrrha, who's going through a tragedy and needs some help like anyone else.

...Yeah, no. She sets everything aside, draws her legs up to her chest and just.
puts her face in her knees for a moment. She needs this.]

[helladoptera]

[ Max looks up from popping out another waffle. ]

Hey, Pyrrha. How're you doing?

[tokencanadian]

I'm... fine. [It's better then going into a long talk about how she most definitely isn't fine.]

Wow, you're really getting into making these waffles, aren't you?

[Like it's... a bit concerning.]

the yard

[tokencanadian]

[walks in

sees Akande there.



starts walking right back out.]

[helladoptera]

[ Max looks at the... that's a Lot of batter. ]

I... guess I am. It's something to do.

[tokencanadian]

[It is. she's much batter at this then she thought.]

Do you want to... take a break? Possibly?

[empathiser]

[ Will doesn't go to the kitchen at first - he actually swings by Rideaux's room out of pure curiosity. Initially to see if there was anything there that could relate to the watch he'd found in the investigations. He doesn't leave empty handed, but not for the reasons he went there for. When he leaves, he's got a bottle of whiskey - it's not like Rideaux's going to be drinking it any time soon.

Then he makes his way to the kitchen - initially to get himself a glass for that whiskey, but he ends up stopping to when Varric hands him Mako's note and to grab a couple of waffles.

Finally, he can be found in the library, sat opposite the makeshift memorial wall. There are a lot of names that need adding, but... that can come later. Right now he's just watching the wall, open bottle of whiskey and poured glass at his side. There are some letters there too - the note from Mako, and the three letters from Oda, one for Will, two for other people. None of them are open. ]

[goldrighthand]

[ALAS, POOR CR.

He doesn't react to either her entrance or her exit. His City Exercise Yard Now.]

[rickdiculous]

Uh. Hey.

[casually kind of. getting down on the ground next to him. stargazing.]

You doin' alright?

[goldrighthand]

[two bros being dudes what's more het than this]

I'll be fine. It isn't the first time I've been disappointed.

[rickdiculous]

Human shit, am I right?

[...]

I'm sorry. For all the heavy stuff.

[goldrighthand]

[pft. Akande glances at Rick, arching his brow, as if to say, really?]

[rickdiculous]

What. I'm trying.

[goldrighthand]

I noticed.

[beat]

I appreciate the effort, though it's unnecessary.

[rickdiculous]

Yeah.

[a sigh. he cups his hands over his chest.]

What do you think they - they are. The stars.

[goldrighthand]

...are you asking if I think they are an illusion, or if I believe they are something other than plasma?

[are you about to get spiritual on him, Rick]

[rickdiculous]

The later, dipshit.