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

[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?]

[whohastimefortears]

[Cheryl invites herself to take a seat next to him. Hopefully he's not mad at her but... she really likes his company.]

Can I have some?

[junosteel]

[Juno glances in her direction before shifting over to give her more room to sit. He then holds out the whiskey bottle for her.]

Don't get too crazy. How old are you again?

[whohastimefortears]

I'm 55 and a grandmother.

[The real answer is 17, but she takes a pretty swig anyway. She coughs loudly after, wiping her mouth.]

Worse than I remembered....

[junosteel]

[He snorts--he honestly doesn't care how old Cheryl is, given the drinking age in Oldtown used to be 8 for a few years. Still, he feels as if he should act vaguely responsible.]

Don't hurt yourself. It's a conditioned taste.

How are you holding up? After...all that. [He gestures vaguely.]

[whohastimefortears]

Like shit. I feel like fucking garbage.

[Cause she knows Juno wouldn't want her to lie to make him or herself feel better. But she will give him back the booze.]

[junosteel]

Join the club. The Garbage Club.

[He takes back the whiskey and takes a swig.]

This trial was a lot worse than last time. I mean...last time was tough, but.... [He sighs.] God, I just want to sleep.

[whohastimefortears]

[Cheryl gingerly rubs one of the bandaids on her face.]

You're telling me. I'm just waiting for Mae to show up to beat the shit out me.

[junosteel]

....

[He puts the whiskey bottle down on the platform.]

Not sure fighting someone is the best way to release your anger and frustrations.

[Pot. Kettle.]

[whohastimefortears]

[Cheryl sighs loudly and lays back on the dirty ground. She has no more energy to sit up like a decent person.]

Whatever... I deserve it.

[junosteel]

[That makes him sit up a little straighter.]

Excuse me, I thought the Narrator was the one who murdered Angus, not you. And he was the one who was executed. What exactly do you deserve?

[whohastimefortears]

I told Mae to beat up the murderer when we found him. But... when I realized it was the Narrator... I couldn't handle it. It hurt to watch it. He deserved what he got but...

[She covers, her eyes with her arm.]

Am... I a bad person for being this sad?

[junosteel]

[Juno takes another moment to respond, staring out beyond the trees.]

Feeling good isn't important, it's doing good that matters.

[gee thanks juno]

And I think you did the right thing. You couldn't have known it was the Narrator, and, hell, Mae deserved some catharsis after all that bullshit.

[hydrazine]

[Once she notices him and the bottle he's holding, it doesn't take long for Raven to head his way. She's not here to admonish him, though; instead, she seems concerned.]

What're you thinking about?

[junosteel]

How terrible this bullshit is.

[He glances up towards her.]

I keep thinking about the possibility that the Mayor could've been bluffing about that whole...destroying our homeworlds thing. That this could've all been avoided. But I don't know if any of us would've been willing to take that risk in the first place.

[hydrazine]

Honestly, I'm surprised that nobody did anything before the Narrator did. I still think that it was a lie to make us act, but...

[A sigh.]

I guess I'm glad I'll never have to find out it wasn't a lie.

[junosteel]

[He swirls around his drink a little, resting his head on his hand.]

I guess. But how would we even know if he'd gone through with his promise? It's not like we can call up our friends and be like, "Hey, guys, how's everything back at home? This guy threatened to destroy the world, is it still standing?"

[He takes a swig.]

I dunno. This is just shitty.

[hydrazine]

We don't know. We just have to... deal with that.

[A small sigh.]

I wouldn't mind some of that whiskey right now.

[junosteel]

[Juno raises an eyebrow, but he holds out the bottle for her to take.]

Don't get too crazy. You wouldn't wanna end up like me.

[hydrazine]

[Something about that statement makes her face sour for a moment, more than it might if it registered as a simple joke. She doesn't speak to it, though, taking the bottle as he offers it. Her voice comes out as teasing, though a bit strained, when she speaks.]

There's an astronomically low chance of that happening.

[junosteel]

[He makes an amused scoffing noise as he shoves his hands into his pockets.]

You're right, you're way too smart to come close to being me.

[He seems...too tired to make any smart jokes right now.]

God, I just...want to sleep.

[hydrazine]

You're not that bad yourself.

[High praise.]

I mean, nothing's really stopping you. [Punctuated by a swig of whiskey, before she makes a face and hands it back to him.] Not as bad as moonshine, I guess.

[junosteel]

Gee, thanks.

[Said sarcastically. He takes the bottle back, but doesn't drink from it.]

Guess I'll just pass out right here on this station, hope that people won't mistake me for another dead body. Maybe catch a little hypothermia. That'll definitely improve my health.

Only ever tried Martian moonshine once. Never again.

[hydrazine]

I'll make sure to bring you out a blanket.

[She makes a face.]

One of my friends knew how to make it so it wasn't so disgusting. Dare I ask how you make Martian moonshine, though?

[junosteel]

[He lets out a single, dry laugh.]

Let me just say three ingredients: half a ghost pepper, a blaster cartridge, and two cups of pure synthesized alcohol. Sound like something you'd want to drink?