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

[tokencanadian]

I can't really say that... hiding in a janitor's closet is the way I would have wanted to spend the evening myself. In any case, I'm... glad you came out to this meeting, Max.

[honestly glad. It feels right.]

[helladoptera]

Glad to be here, I think. Getting to burn something helps, in a weird way.

[tokencanadian]

It's almost a shame that we dont have more things to burn.

[...Dont burn things, please.]

[helladoptera]

If only they'd give us a shop full of creepy anime body pillows or something. Zero guilt about burning those things.

[tokencanadian]

...What would they even put on body pillows in space? Alien creatures? ...Xander?

[helladoptera]

Aliens, probably. Big bugs with anime blush lines.

[tokencanadian]

Gross. [Err.] I mean, no offense to whoever probably went to this mall before this happened.

...There really is probably entirely different things out here. No Humans. No Grimm.

[helladoptera]

Probably. But they do still make shopping malls, I guess that's a constant.

[tokencanadian]

A shopping mall floating in the middle of space. [Mmmm, she gets anxiety just thinking about it.]

I wonder if there's... anything near here. Another station, or a planet.

[helladoptera]

I mean there must be, or they wouldn't need a mall. Unless they... pulled the mall out into deep space for us or something.

[tokencanadian]

That... would make sense. It would probably stop us from trying to contact anyone, or let anyone get close enough to rescue us.

[She leans on a counter, drawing in a breath. Off, this was making her mad.]

I'm sure someone thought all this out.

[helladoptera]

Or multiple someones. A board of freaking murder directors somewhere.

[tokencanadian]

A board with a head person calling all the shots, planning out just how to make people's lives as miserable as possible. Deciding if we should have a Starbucks or a noodle place.

[helladoptera]

Making brand deals and securing product tie-ins.

[tokencanadian]

I'm sure the advertisements must be awful.