now that you are not around, my world fades to a dull, lifeless grey

[ratherdoweddings]

[Rukia will come around to everyone's rooms later, with bunny-laden notes inviting them up to the diner. When they arrive, they'll find that one of the tables in the back has been covered over with a length of fabric from the sewing room and is serving as a makeshift altar, with rosemary and, for some reason, a bottle of whiskey sitting on it alongside cutesy drawings of all the dead thus far. (Just like last time, Seth gets a spiteful no symbol across his face.)

Yurika's there too, and she speaks first:]

Thank you. I... I'm sorry for suspecting some of you a little. I was worried no matter what happened, and I knew it would be hard, but you were all innocent. If anybody wants to talk, we can.

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[ratherdoweddings]

What do we do now? The only thing is to try not to give up, but...

[stitch_in_time]

Keep buggerin' on, a friend of mine used to say. I don't want to think that's the only option we've got, but it's our only starting point.

[He takes a drink of coffee, vaguely wishing for something stronger.]

Last week I was thinking of some kind of buddy system, but this all just proves that we can't count on two people not cooperating on these things, even if only one of 'em can escape, and we can't actually enforce it anyway.

[ratherdoweddings]

I don't think people would take well to a curfew, either. They might mutiny.