The bodies in my floor all trusted someone. Now I walk on them to tea.

[kingshaming]

[After the trial, Xander does what he does best. What always blanks his mind when training is not an option:

He organizes.

The hot food for lunch is out still, and while he feels far from hungry, he knows they all SHOULD eat. Everyone wanders off to take care of their own grief, and he lets them for now- and instead busies himself at the espresso bar. There's something specific he wants to do.

Later, under each door, and with the same thing written on the white board he had dragged out for meetings:]

There is hot food and tea in the cafeteria, and while I have no stomach for food it is there for those that can.

While it is tempting to be alone right now, if you wish company I shall be there until evening. Now may be a good time to compare new information while it is fresh.

If not, please stay well.

Xander

[And as promised there is fresh tea. Green tea in fact, though it lacks the milk Chitanda made- but basic tea he can manage at least]

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[refusedtoleave]

[Natsuhi is just sitting there with her own tea. Occasionally looking around the room, but mostly she's just looking at the cup.

She lifts her head at that to frown.]

Is someone else missing?

[curdle]

... Chitanda. The art room is clear of her body. They must have done it while we were assembled.

[refusedtoleave]

They won't even let us mourn properly. They better have treated her with more care than the others.

[curdle]

When Goodman Bolton made announcement, he seemed...

[ Well, how can they know what he truly felt? ]

I pray 'tis so.

[refusedtoleave]

We can't trust what they say... At best we can hope they cremated her or have a morgue.

[curdle]

I must ask it of them. Even if they lie.

[refusedtoleave]

They might not even answer... But it could be the only information we'll get on the matter.

[curdle]

We cannot go on not knowing. I'll at least try.