WE ALL SEEK JUSTICE AND NOBODY IS OKAY

[tenrules]

[Another murder, another investigation, another trial, another execution. Unlike last time, it wasn't self-defense, and although they caught him, she's pretty sure nobody is happy. It was sentencing someone to death, after all.

Knowing that, Dlanor writes something on the back of profiles she took from the bulletin board, passing them under the doors. When in a hurry, use what you have, and those profiles will be back sooner or later, anyway]

Please come to the train station. Let's spend some time in each other's company, for our sake

[If you decide to come, you'll find whoever wrote that note has been working hard to make things somewhat nice. There's a few...whatever we all have been using as cups all this time...filled with milk -- evaporated milk with some water, it seems. Tastes almost like normal milk. Dlanor also brought a few twigs and a small piece of log from the sawmull, and seems to be currently trying to make a fire. Some warmth should be nice, right?

Come on, everyone, let's sit around this bunch of wood and strengthten our bonds]

Comments

[dearboswell]

To be fair, the only food you've really experienced here are basic rations and whatever "Twinkies" are.

[Watson's halfhearted grin fades, and he looks solemn.]

I'm. Not sure if it's the right thing to say here, but. Thank you. I sincerely hate what happened, and I feel awful for Angus and Mae, but what you did might have very well saved a lot of people those of us here love. Not to mention billions of strangers in all those worlds.

... If I had lost Holmes again, and known he was lost to me forever, I don't really know what I'd have done.

[whohastimefortears]

[If you're looking for Cheryl, she doesn't join the party at first. Not for awhile anyway. Although she had agreed that the Narrator needed to be executed, the way he went she wasn't ready for. Who could be? So instead of joining society like a normal person, the teen lurks around the clinic for awhile. She got pretty clawed up anyway, so it's her excuse to be there. And while she is treating those minor wounds, she's having herself a good long cry.

Probably a few hours into the party she'll come join them. But Cheryl still kind of hangs back. She's not sure if she's wanted around right now... but she's scared to be alone too.]

[junosteel]

[Juno arrives, holding a bottle of whiskey. He had briefly considered bringing more, but realized that Raven or anyone else would probably stop him. He wanders around a little before making his way to Twilight.

Working on that book of yours?

[onlyexplainit]

[. . .]

I suppose I could show you first hand, but I must warn you it’s a lot to take in for mortals.

Party

[tenrules]

I hope those injuries don't hurt, Ms. Mason.

[Sorry you were collateral damage in Mae's quest to scratch the Narrator's face off, Cheryl, that must have hurt]

[onlyexplainit]

I suppose I have witnessed much worse fates than the one I’m currently in.

[But speaking of Angus]

... I might need to apologize to him. I was unable to tell him what I was doing before his departure.

[dragongod]

[He'd offer to help, but he's discovered he's no good at making fire that way-- or any way that doesn't involve just shooting flames from his hands, really. Instead he just sits nearby the fire-in-progress, folding one leg under him.]

Of course. I think everyone here needed something like this-- I'm sure they all appreciate the thought.

[whohastimefortears]

[Did you want to be alone? Too bad because here comes Cheryl sidling up next to you. She's covered in bandaids now and holding a cup of sad looking milk.]

Boy... you look like shit.

[J-Joke?]

[whohastimefortears]

Nah it's fine. They're light, but thanks for worrying about me.

[She's just staring into her sad milk.]

Party

[pegathesis]

[Twilight waits for Cheryl to show before she approaches her. She knows she needs her space...they all do at some point or another.

She very carefully walks over to her, bumping the side of her face into her hip.]

Hey, Cheryl. You doing alright?

[hydrazine]

I guarantee I can handle it. But... Maybe we should step outside for the sake of everyone else.

[onlyexplainit]

That’s nice to know. I must admit hearing your vote was certainly surprising on my end. But I don’t blame you if it wasn’t personal.

clinic

[dragongod]

[Martin does plan on heading to the party straightaway, of course, but he'd borrowed the cloth from the clinic to keep the fibers in to begin with and just wants to put it back before Watson yells about it. He pauses at the doorway just about two steps in, though, pausing awkwardly when he spots Cheryl. He debates just backing out for half a second before speaking up quietly.]

...Are you... injured?

[He was going to ask 'alright', instead, but he thinks the answer to that is pretty obvious.]

[pegathesis]

I think he would appreciate that. I didn't know Angus well, but he seemed nice, if quiet...I think he would hear you out, if nothing else.

[dearboswell]

[With the trial over, Watson no longer has to put forth the effort to not look like he's about to collapse from pain. Especially after the walk all the way to the train station. He sits in front of the fire rather abruptly, hissing through his teeth at the jolt of pain in his leg. He's not moving anywhere for a while.

If you want to talk to him, you're gonna have to go see him yourself. Later, once the old bullet lodged in his thigh stops trying to kill him again, he'll get up and go talk to people on his own.

Later, you might find him making notes in his journal. He looks deep in thought over it, and keeps looking at people as he does so- not the way he did on the first day, when Watson was still trying to learn about who everyone was; more like he's trying to put together several trains of thought at once.

Still later, he'll be stopping by The Narrator's cabin to pick up a few things- mainly, what's left of the man's cigarettes, and whatever else could be useful that the Narrator would willingly give. Hey, it's a survival situation, they need all the supplies they can get.]

[whohastimefortears]

[She doesn't even notice the small friend approach until she bumps up against her. Chery glances over and puts a hand on her head.]

What me? Nah I'm fine; don't worry about it.

[It's a clear and total lie.]

[dragongod]

[Martin's brought his own book, as well, though he's left the loose papers he's used as journal entries behind this time to instead work on translating the tome itself. It may be useless here, but it bothers him to have left a job half-finished-- even a job he has no reason to do anymore.

When he spots Twilight, he takes a seat a couple of feet away, though he moves slightly closer to the fire if only to have better light to read by. For a second or two, he just watches her write.]

It's... quite a lot to keep track of, isn't it?

[Everyone here, that is. And everything that keeps happening.]

[pegathesis]

[Twilight looks up to Juno as he approaches, nodding slightly.]

Yeah. There's uh...a lot more to add to it, now.

[whohastimefortears]

[Cheryl freezes up when he asks the question, turning her head to look at him. When did he even come in? She didn't hear anything. She takes a deep breath in, rubbing her eyes and proceeding to apply another bandaid.]

Just.. the sc-scratches...

[onlyexplainit]

I’m sorry to say that I can’t say you’re fairing much better.

[Joke back???]

[junosteel]

[Juno arrives at the afterparty with a bottle of whiskey, to no one's surprise. He spends most of his time sitting with his legs hanging off the edge of the train station, lost in thought. On the one hand, he's thankful that the Narrator sacrificed himself, in a way, but at the price of an innocent life. It was the damn trolley problem, as he had said.

Lord, he hates thinking too much about moral dilemmas. He's going to take a long swig of whiskey, staring out into the distance. Want to distract him?]

[pegathesis]

[Twilight breathes a sigh, shifting her front legs as her pencil busily moves across the paper in midair.]

More than I have paper to write on, to tell you the truth. It's been only two weeks and there's already so much...

[pegathesis]

Yooou look like you've been better.

[She counters softly, eyeing those scratches that Mae left behind. She's thankful that Mae didn't manage to do more damage, but she also understands why.]

You also look like you could use some company right now, so...here I am.

oh notes?

[dragongod]

[Martin's got his own book, over across the fire from Watson, though he's given up on translations for the moment (it makes his eyes hurt) and is instead just watching the flames in silent thought.

He only really takes notice of Watson when he spots the writing motion out of the corner of his eye and, perhaps just due to wanting to check on everyone while they're gathered together, he stands up and moves slightly closer. He has little faith in his ability to keep any conversation lighthearted at the moment, but oh my god does he try.]

Writing poetry?

[whohastimefortears]

Harr harr.

[She sighs, sitting down in the dirt next to him. Cheryl's tired. Like really, really tired.]

I had told her to beat the hell out of the murderer when we first found Angus. But... it was too painful to watch. I couldn't stand it anymore.