I don't believe in fretting and greiving, why mess around with strife?

[greenmamabear]

[In some ways, this trial was simpler. The killer was lacking in remorse, the victim innocent. The lines were clearer. Was that better, or worse?

Either way, Fern and Alex make up something of a green team, preparing a meal in the kitchen. Nothing particularly complicated. Coffee and water for whoever want it is at one end of the dining table. Along the rest of it is a variety of foods. A plate of cheese and crackers, a bowl of salad and carrots for the healthy people, some handy finger sandwiches, and... a big pot of mac and cheese. What they lack in presentation they make up in sheer volume of food. That's a big tub of mac and cheese.

They struggle with the invitations for a bit before eventually coming up with possibly the most awkward phrasing possible. These notes are quietly shoved under doors with little fanfare more than a quick knock.


We got food in eat place. Food is good to eat. Enjoy food with us?

- Fern and Alex

[The dining area is lined up with some appropriate decorations, quick paper streamers and even some doodles that have been taped to the walls.

Its possible too simple. But maybe people need something simple to gorge on after a complicated day.]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

[ Even that isn't true. But she softly exhales... ]

To go back to the question - not really. But at the same time, loneliness is the most panful killer.

[firstaid]

At least there's books here! Those always help with that.

[She speaks from 18 years of experience. So if loneliness ever took her over she has her books. They always help her in her time of need, even if she can't focus on reading right now.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . What. ]

... No they don't.

[firstaid]

Well, I always found that they did.

[Just stated as a matter of fact. She never feels the need to lie about her situation and it's not like she's trying to get pity either. Just... it's a fact about her life.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . What a weird girl. ]

There's no way that can replace companionship.

[firstaid]

[...]

When you don't have any sort of companionship to speak of, books end up making wonderful friends.

[matchbreaker]

[ There is no way that would work. ... Maybe the girl's delusional about this too? Oh well, she waves a hand, picking up the book she wad skimming ]

Okay, sure.

[firstaid]

[She gives Elda a bit of a forced smile.]

I only speak from experience when I had nobody to call a friend.

[Which may halfway explain why her social skills are... lacking.]

[matchbreaker]

It's not as if that's a unique experience.

[ She wavs the book again, wide, and then sets it down gently. She tuts. ]

To go back to the original question, yes, but that's also something which can't go into paranoia. You don't see me refusing to talk to people even if I don't like most've you.

[firstaid]

Is it really not? Most, if not all, people I've spoken with had at least one or two people they had to call a friend in their childhood.

[It makes her jealous and she's fully admitted to that at one point, but what can she do?]

In any case, do you speak with others because you don't like being lonely?

[That's how she interpreted that, yep.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Um wow rude. Stop being dumb. In fact, she's throwing the book at Estelle's head. ]

[firstaid]

[Estelle is not quick enough to dodge, but she's quick enough to at least block (just barely) as she bats down the book that was aiming towards her head.

Then she bends down to pick it up, inspect to make sure the book is okay, and gives it back to Elda.]

Was that not correct, then?

[She's pouting a bit and furrowing her eyebrows, but she doesn't seem to be hurt or offended.]

[matchbreaker]

[ No it's absolutely correct, which is why she glowers a little. Why are you handing it back? Well, she'll take it, but she doesn't look that happy about it. Huff. ]

We're talking about you here. You asked, right? Yes, it's entirely possible someone you ask for a sleepover'll kill you, of course it is. But that girl mad an enemy of herself.

[firstaid]

I see. So it's best I keep rooming by myself or stick with Yuri, then, correct?

[At least she learns quickly.]

[matchbreaker]

Probably. But I can't tell you what you do or don't trust. Who you do or don't like. It's a balancing act, unless your heart's totally barren.