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WE ALL SEEK JUSTICE AND NOBODY IS OKAY
[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]
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]
[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]
Strolls in 4.20 hours late with coffee
Uh... Hey. How's it going?
[Small talk is good! Although he should probably do a lot more than just pretend this is just one of those parties without Gregg being his anchor. Thinking of his boyfriend pains him even more than dying. Maybe he can look and seem calm long enough before he starts screaming and haunting these woods or something.]
Funny how life works out.
[there is nothing funny about this]
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It's you.]
... Angus.
I wanted to apologize to you.
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I didn't quite make out what you were saying back in the bar.
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I won't ask you to forgive me, but I wanted you to know the whole story.
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Like the Trolley System. I understand, now.
[His blank expression never changes, even when he's genuinely curious about something.]
How did you know I was asthmatic? I never got to see that trial.
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[He looks just the tiniest bit sheepish as he continues.]
I was actually unaware of your asthma. I simply smoked a lot of cigarettes while I was waiting for someone to enter the bar.
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[It's...a long story, but hey they're ghosts now! And dead men are bound to tell some tales.]
Huh. That was oddly effective and a coincidence then.
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[What do you mean he loves hearing about that.]
I suppose this entire scenario is a strange coincidence.
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[Hi buddy, you're the very first person that Mae is going to talk to before anyone else when she finally shows up late to the party. Seeing him is a relief, in the sense that this means Cheryl gets to escape an ass-kicking, but...
... but he's still dead. This is not the reunion Mae wanted to have, and as such, she looks like she's dangerously close to crying again.]
Dude, I am so, so sorry... none of this should have happened, I should have... I don't know, gone with you, or--something...
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If anything, it's all on me. No one in their right mind heads off alone, and--
[Angus, the somewhat smart and responsible one, is sort of short-circuiting at the moment. Words are hard and this cursed town threw off his whole view and it's...going to take some time to adjust.
Well, at least one of them has all the time they need.]
--I'm sorry I died.
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[Can ghosts die of an asthma attack? Let's not found out, it's already been a stressful day for us today...]
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[Especially with such bad final moments, yet here is Angus, as soft-spoken as usual]
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I admit, it feels a bit selfish to stay calm when others worry. I should've done more before things happened.
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As long as you exist, you can be of HELP.
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I could give a few survival tips, like making fire and such. Would that be alright?
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Angus... I'm sorry...
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It's not your fault, there was nothing anyone could've done.
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...Still don't believe in ghosts now?
[She can't help herself.]
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[Juno didn't really get the chance to talk to him very much, but...he came off as a very gentle person. Er, bear.
Want some dry humor? Here you go.]
How's death treating you?
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Could be better. Death's now a walk in the park, but I wouldn't recommend it.
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[He gets the sense that maybe he should quit while he's ahead.]
...Nevermind. Have you talked to Mae yet? She looks like she could use some cheering up.