don't wait for a knight in shinin' armor, your savior's reflected in the mirror

[perpend]

[That sure was a fucking thing. That execution was a fucking thing. Those secrets are a fucking thing.

Cabanela retreats to his room, but not for all that long. Everyone will get a note eventually, written in very neat handwriting

I do not plan on bowing down to threats and intimidation. If you did not act, it means you were, like me, aware of the risk, but decided against it. Your reasons are entirely your own.

Join me in the dining room if you agree enough is enough, and that you won't acquiesce to threats. I don't plan to let this stop me, and neither should you.

-C

In the dining room itself, Cabanela has set up coffee and tea for those who want it-- there's no food, because to be honest, he doesn't know how to cook. Two more candles have been lit-- he wasn't really sure what to do about the whole... parasite thing... so Fern's candle will have to make due.]

Comments

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel spends a long time in her room after everything, even for a little while after the notes get passed out. She doesn't really want... she has no reason to go out, she thinks. Besides, with her secret up there, it's not like anyone's gonna have anything nice to say to her, you know?

She makes an appearance later at the bar, once being on her own in a room starts to kind of Get To Her, very slowly sipping a... glass full of neat whiskey, look she poured it out, she's going to finish it, but this stuff is gross, okay?? Anyway, she spends a fair deal of time in here just... hoping no one notices her. Good luck on that, probably.

And, very late, Angel can be found wandering the hallways, just kind of... lost in thought. Today's given her plenty to think about, weirdly enough. ]

hallways

[matchbreaker]

Someone's going to trip you if you're looking this listless, computer girl.

[ So says... the vampire with a hand on her hip, apparently. Her eyes are in catlike mode and while she's not eating it, she does have a blood bag in hand now. No need to be too much more covert about it. ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Huh? Oh, uh... sorry.

[ She manages a slight smile. ]

Not having a... not a great day, but that seems pretty common right now.

[matchbreaker]

Who the hell would have a good day after all that...? Not even Terumi's had a good day. Kimblee's mood's clearly soured too.

[ Like... yeah... ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Yeah, that's... yeah. No one's doing great.

[ She's seen many bad things, but... over a screen, and never with so much body horror. ]

[matchbreaker]

Obviously.

[ . . . ]

God it's annoying I can't see it as a victory.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Two pointless deaths and a bunch of unnecessary airing out of secrets? Yeah, that's... you'd have to be a damn good PR specialist to spin this as a positive.

[matchbreaker]

I felt so vindicated when it was I that cornered Fern.

[ Sigh. ]

Maybe it was just that Kimblee saw it first.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Fern, or... the bacteria piloting her, or whatever.

[ Angel looks down. ]

Nothing felt good about today's trial to me, at least.

[matchbreaker]

Admittedly, you weren't being accused for the first hour.

[ Maybe the turnabout just felt good for a moment there, even if she was disgusted it would be Fern of all people, for all of her judgments before now. ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

That's true, I guess. I'm sorry people were... accusing you.

[matchbreaker]

Bah, I'll recover from it by day's end. Most of you lot are human.

[ so, you know, shit heels. ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Humans are... they do some terrible things, so. I get where you're coming from, even if I think I like people a little more.

[matchbreaker]

[ With that secret of hers on the wall, and what memories she knows are behind it, she's disinclined to give them any sort of wiggle room. ]

Most terrible things I've seen have been done at their hand.

Bar

[ninehundredlives]

...are you really okay to drink all of that?

[Susan has fewer problems with the teenage drinking here than a lot of people, but also Angel probably weighs like forty pounds.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

I'm... going at it very slowly. Guess I didn't inherit a taste for this stuff from my dad.

[ninehundredlives]

A big drinker?

[didntgetdadslooks]

Among other things.

[ She said, bitterly, holding a bitter drink. ]

It's not helping like I hear it's supposed to.

[ninehundredlives]

I don't think it really helps at all. Unless you drink until you pass out, I guess. But that was never my particular poison.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Mm. Guess I set my expectations for it a little too high.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe a little.

[....mmmm, she should make some kind of suggestion here. Some kind of wise advice befitting her age. But she hasn’t got any - even offering to talk seems strange, when now they both know exactly what’s wrong already.

A matricide and an infanticide walk into a bar.]

Is there anything else? That...you want?

[didntgetdadslooks]

I...

[ She looks into her glass. ]

... I didn't mean to do it.

[ninehundredlives]

.....yeah. Kinda figured.

[Killed her mother. Sounds like a garbage way of saying the woman died in childbirth or something...but that's an assumption. The rest of it...well. There has to be something.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

It was... my powers woke up, and she was there when it did, and...

[ Taking a sip of the whiskey is easier, actually. ]

[ninehundredlives]

...I'm sorry. That doesn't sound like your fault at all.

[Even though she has zero idea what these powers are.]