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.

Comments

[tasteslikesurvival]

[She just hugs her right back. Life really sucked. Unlife shouldn't happen. All this just sucked. Have a very tight hug, Jane, because honestly?

Fuck zombies.]

[cyan_maid]

[FUCK now she's actually crying quietly, fuck everything, fuck fuck - on top of fucking EVERYTHING else here, Kurumi has to deal with zombification

Fuck]

[tasteslikesurvival]

[She just rubs Jane's back gently. It's all she really can do. You can't just say it's going to be fine when you admitted that you've got a zombie disease.]

[cyan_maid]

[You're just gonna get a tighter hug for that, she...wants to say so much, but it all seems empty if she can't deliver.]

[tasteslikesurvival]

[It's okay. Silence is acceptable in this situation and she knows that. She wishes she doesn't but, teenage life is hard and nobody understands.]

[cyan_maid]

[Nobody really does. It's so hard.]

[tasteslikesurvival]

[Who makes all these stories about suffering teenagers, anyway? Life is hard enough without weird aliens, zombies, or a space station filled with murders.]

[cyan_maid]

[People who thrive on the suffering of their audience, that's who.]