So if 22 people were out in space and majority of them indirectly killed 1 with rocks is that

[shikosuki]

[ SO THAT... SURE HAPPENED. And not only was it an emotional rollercoaster, it got downright terrifying at the end. Right now Choromatsu honestly wants to go curl up in a ball in his room forever and for a little while he does, just trying to process what he had just seen. But something keeps him from well... not doing that for the rest of the day. Maybe it's the empty stomach, maybe it's still wanting to prove he's not useless, maybe it's Fukawa praising him for putting together a meeting last time... or maybe he just very badly doesn't want to be alone right now after all. Either way, after a while of laying around he grabs the frog stationery he's been using and start writing some notes. ]


Hey
I know that was really terrible. But I think now is when we should really stick together. Show that bastard he and his bosses can't shake us. Even if you don't agree, you don't have to be alone if you don't want to right now.
I'm going to try and make some food. Feel free to join in the food court.

-Choromatsu

[ Choromatsu himself is currently hanging out in the various kitchens, trying to make something. There's already cookies set out, but they're just plain chocolate this time. No creamy centers or icing art, he didn't have time with this batch. There's also going to eventually be some rice dishes, mainly simple fried rice and some attempts at omurice, but those are going to take a while. Because he's not that much of a cook and when he does cook it's not for this many people, plus it's with an entire kitchen he knows, ingredients included. He certainly won't turn down help or be insulted if anyone just makes their own food instead though. ]

Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hmmm. [Now isn't THAT a warm, fuzzy thought?] Me, personally, or in general?

[burninglight]

Generally, but far be it from me to fault a personal touch.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Well, I wouldn't discuss it in detail under the security cameras' watchful eyes, that's for sure.

All the same, I think... a knife might do the trick. Versatile things, knives. Everyman's tool. Fitting for someone who doesn't deserve a formal, honorable execution.

[And, of course, that was what Yuuri armed herself with.]

[burninglight]

Oh, naturally--the finest details are best saved fora private conversation. But I think he can do with a reminder of what he's to be dealing with.

[He smiled in much the way of a coeurl stalking a chocobo, leaning his head on one hand.]

I always did like blades. Quite a lot one can do with those, more than just a quick and easy decapitation.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I almost wish I hadn't told him to watch his back. I honestly really want to stab him in it.

[burninglight]

It wouldn't be as satisfying without a bit of challenge.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hey, I'm basically a normal guy, you know? Maybe it's old hat to you, but I've never stabbed anybody, trying anything new is a challenge.

[burninglight]

Well, perhaps you should learn. You may yet find it a useful skill when Xander proves himself a target.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, he's proven himself a target, all right. Not the final destination of course, but he'll make a satisfying midboss in the meantime.

...And it'd be nice for once to be the one with the knife instead of the turned back.