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

[destage]

Honestly, I'm convinced that all of this stuff is terrible. Maybe you just got the strongest of the bunch.

[She'll slide the wine bottle over.]

This stuff smells like perfume, and almost tastes like it too. It's somehow worse than I imagined.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ She takes a sniff of it. ]

At last the whiskey is honest about being gross.

[destage]

Right...gosh. I don't even know how you're managing. I'm pretty sure I can smell that from here.

[...she can't, but she can imagine.]

Almost makes me wanna see if there's anything that's actually good. Like all those fancy drinks you see girls on TV drink that they say are fruity and all that.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Hm... I don't know any for sure, but I hear you put juice or soda in them? Mixers.

[destage]

[...looks at her spiked chamomile tea.]

Man, I could've brought up some soda and made this probably twenty times better. I'm a fool.

[didntgetdadslooks]

The drinkers I know don't do a lot of mixing, so I don't know much about it. I know vodka and orange juice is something called a screwdriver?

[destage]

[That gets a bit of a cringe.]

I've heard of that stuff on TV...isn't that stuff like, super strong? Like strong enough to burn out your entire throat.

[didntgetdadslooks]

I don't think you put in equal parts, unless you're... my dad, or something, and you do a lot of drinking. But honestly I don't know, he never let me within a hundred yards of any alcohol.

[destage]

...Knowing me, I'd only do a drop of the actual alcohol, and the rest would be orange juice.

[Sayaka shakes her head.]

Your dad...sounds a little overbearing, honestly.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel like. That almost seems to shock her into laughing? But she doesn't. ]

That's... one way to put it, yeah.

[destage]

[...let's not focus on that.]

Think those screwdrivers would taste better if more stuff was put in? Honestly, vodka and juice just seems kind of plain. I bet it'd be good with some soda.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ probably for the best. ]

Maybe. Maybe mix a little of another juice in too? Or just... drop a couple cherries in or something.

[destage]

Honestly, as long as it gets that taste out, it'd probably be good. If the flavors don't clash, at least.

[didntgetdadslooks]

If you put enough sweet stuff in it would probably do that.

[destage]

I'm glad I have such a taste for sweet things, then. Honestly? There's nothing better than things that are so sweet that you can feel your teeth rotting...the alcohol would just be a bonus, at that point.

[Sayaka chuckles when she says that.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

I am pretty fond of sweet stuff too, yeah. Flavors in general are pretty great, but. Ice cream.

[destage]

[...]

You think they got alcoholic ice cream kicking around somewhere?