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

[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.

[whohastimefortears]

I felt like I already fucked up enough in one day. I didn't want to see Mae do the same.

[She moves her arms so her hands can rest on her stomach.]

And if you say that then why don't you think I deserve to get beat up by her?

[junosteel]

It's one thing to get trampled on by the rest of the world. It's another thing to actually lie down and let the world hurt you.

[He pauses. He actually doesn't know if this 100% applies to this situation.]

Does...that make sense?

[whohastimefortears]

...Yeah. It does.

[Cheryl's not so sure it does either, but hell she knows he's trying. She finally sits back up again, snatching the bottle for him for another drink.]

Thanks, Grandpa.

[junosteel]

[Now that makes him let out a single, dry laugh.]

Grandpa? I don't have that many back problems--how old do I look to you?

[whohastimefortears]

I dunno. I'm 55 than you must be like 120.

[She takes a much smaller sip this time before handing it back to him.]

[junosteel]

[He smirks, taking back the bottle.]

Better respect your elders, then. I'm not planning on rolling over and dying anytime soon.

[whohastimefortears]

Good cause I don't think I could handle losing another friend this soon...

[junosteel]

Friend, huh?

[Juno suddenly looks vaguely uncomfortable and shifts slightly.]

...You're right. We have to stick together.

[whohastimefortears]

[Shit did she say something wrong? Maybe she's overthinking it.]

Yeah... that's right. That's the best we can do right now anyway.

[junosteel]

[shhh its fine cheryl he just doesnt like having friends]

...Yeah.

Wanna go grab some milk or something? I think Dlanor is counting on us to drink it.

[whohastimefortears]

Not... really. But fine.

[She tries gets up, but immediately the booze hits her and she falls back down. And Cheryl just...kinda lays there.]

Shit....ugh God...

cw mild emeto ment

[junosteel]

Oh, shit.

[cheryl you only had like 2 sips are you ok. what do you do in a situation like this. he doesn't want to be responsible for teenager endangerment.

Carefully, Juno tries to prop her up so she's at least sitting upright. If she pukes, at least it'll be onto the tracks.]

You know what, I think just sitting here is fine, too. Wait until you sober up a little bit.

[whohastimefortears]

[BIG SIGH]

Yeup...I think I'll just stay here for while... Don't wait up...