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 takes in a deep breath and lets it back out.]

Thanks. That's probably more than I deserve right now...

[And she proceed to go back to putting on bandaids.]

I seriously doubt that though; you're way too nice.

[dragongod]

Of course it isn't. You don't deserved to be condemned any more than the rest of us.

[He actually laughs slightly at the latter comment, folding his arms and leaning against one of the clinic's walls thoughtfully. It's been a while since he's been called anything but 'bossy' or 'clueless', thanks largely to Jauffre and some of the knights.]

Well, I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I've only learned patience through many, many foolish mistakes. [Not all of which were harmless, true, but at least he can admit that now.] I was a brash, impatient youth without the time to consider things such as rules. My instructors at the Mage's Guild couldn't stand me.

[And he's not sure how his father put up with him, especially knowing that Martin wasn't even truly his son. He reflects briefly that he probably sounds old, reminiscing on it like that. Then again, this place makes him feel much older than he is.]

[whohastimefortears]

[Cheryl shuts up to listen to him, even if she kinda wants to argue about it. She holds her legs up to her chest as she does. This was kinda not something she had expected.]

Maybe we aren't so different after all then. But... if it helps, I think you're a really great person now.

[dragongod]

There was quite the learning curve involved, but I do believe I've become a better person than I was. And I think you are a great person, as well. I'm sure the others would say the same. Not many could manage to cling to their courage and sympathy under such a great deal of stress.

[whohastimefortears]

You think I'm great? Aw shucks, I'm blushing. [She's not.]

....Thank you. I mean it. You are one of the people who keep me sane around here.

[dragongod]

Well, of course. You were willing to take that hideous outfit off of my hands. I think that deserves some recognition, at least.

And that's as much as we can really do here, I suppose. Keep one another sane.

[whohastimefortears]

Heh. Yeah... you're right. [Cheryl takes another deep breath before looking back at him.] Why'd you come here anyway? I thought everyone was meeting up already.

[dragongod]

I borrowed cloth from here earlier this morning. I figured I ought to return it before Dr. Watson notices it went missing-- we're short enough on supplies already, after all.

[whohastimefortears]

Good call. I feel kinda bad for using all these bandaids, but I'm kinda worried about getting an infection out here.