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]

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[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.]

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]

[whohastimefortears]

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

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

[tenrules]

[You're going to make the milk sadder than it already is, Cheryl]

I'm sure when Ms. Borowski has had some time to move on, she will be grateful for your INTERVENTION.

[whohastimefortears]

[You want her to add her TEARS cause she can do it.]

Do you think so? Cause I'm not so sure.

[tenrules]

Talk to HER. You won't know until you talk to her and find out by YOURSELF.

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?

[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.]

[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.

[whohastimefortears]

Haven't we all been really?

[But Cheryl doesn't push her away. Instead she slides down to the ground to sit next to her, closing her eyes.]

I'm... surprised anyone wants to talk to me.

[pegathesis]

[Twilight blinks, surprised herself to hear that.]

What makes you say that?

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.]

[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...

[dragongod]

[He nods his head lightly, eyeing the bandage but not quite moving from his hesitant spot near the door.]

Would you mind if I take a look? I'm by no means as adept as Dr. Watson is, but... I do have experience in tending to scratches.

[He does at least want to see how light they are, and if they're clean (as clean as a scratch can be when you have nothing to properly clean it with save for whiskey). And it's something better to focus on than emotional trauma and betrayal, he guesses.]

[whohastimefortears]

[Cheryl sniffs loudly, glancing away from him.]

Knock yourself out. If you want...

[Teen translation: "don't leave me alone."]

[dragongod]

[He still hesitates for a moment or two longer, looking between her and the door in confused silence before just. Asking.

They don't have teen speak in the third era.]

...Knock myself out?

party

[montages]

Cheryl!

[ he was wondering when she was gonna show up, tbh. ] How're you feeling? You doing okay?

[whohastimefortears]

[Here is Cheryl, covered in bandaids with redder than usual eyes and looking extra tired.]

I'm fantastic thank you.

[montages]

[ that was definitely a dumb question prompto ]

Can I get you some milk? I mean--it's not milk milk but it's something to drink...?

[whohastimefortears]

[She sighs, holding up the half of the gatorade she's been saving. Although it seems... fuller now?]

Let's just have this instead.

[montages]

...Yeah, sounds like a plan. Gonna share this time?

[ he offers her a little smile, but... more importantly, he notices that it's fuller. ] Did you fill it with water or something? I don't remember there being that much when we were sharing last time.

party

[spiritoso]

[ Kaede notices Cheryl hanging around, out of the way. So, she approaches her with some milk. ]

Hey. Do you want some milk?

[whohastimefortears]

[Cheryl glances up at her. She wants to smile but she's just too damn tired. Sorry.]

Thanks Kaede. That's nice of you.

[spiritoso]

[ Kaede smiles, but it's a little subdued. ]

It's no problem, really. Even the little thing can help. [ At least, that's what she thinks. ]

How are you feeling?

[whohastimefortears]

Honestly? Like shit. But I guess better than at the trial....