It's time for an after party!

[perpend]

[About an hour after the trial and subsequent execution, Cabanela makes a decision.

They need to do something, keep the morale up, however little it may be.

Under each occupied room door people will find the following note written:


In difficult times such as this, it is important to carry on.
Don't give into despair; we must preservere.
If you don't want to be alone this evening, meet me in the dining hall.
-Cabanela

[Upon entering the dinning hall, you will find Cabanela sitting at one of the tables; he has lit two candles that are placed at the center of the table, but there's nothing else to note.

You'll have to supply your own food, since he doesn't have much of an appetite.]

Comments

[decrees]

[Sukuyo promised him tea. Sol offered him a potential solution. Ashley, Rakka, and Youko were there for him. Cabanela's note ensures Logan leaves his room, though he doesn't seem quite as put together as he normally does. He reaches the dining room and takes a chair at the end of the table. He's brought paper and a pen with him and he begins to write. The letter is addressed simply to "sister" but once he's finished that one word he doesn't know how to continue.

How is he supposed to tell her about this? She doesn't even know Albion is in danger and she's doesn't know Reaver like he does-- did.

Instead of writing, Logan ends up staring down at the paper blankly. He's doing a bit better now and should you want to talk about... most of what happened, he'll do his best to explain.]

[zomgboom]

[dumps a bunch of stuff on the table in front of Logan.

yeah, fuck feelingjams she stole all reaver's shit and she's only here so she can give his boyfriend the option of mementos or whatever.]

Do you, like, want any of his stuff before I take it?

[decrees]

[...You work quickly, Tabby... That said, there are a few things here he recognizes immediately. Logan picks the Dark Seal up and absently stares at the edges for a moment. This... is pretty morbid.]

Ah, yes, I... Thank you.

[He'll take the Dark Seal, that Golden Gun that he gave Reaver not too long ago, and the Multi-Sided Dice Set, because we are gigantic nerds in Albion.]

...Tabby, do you still have his room key?

[And that's... awkward, but you know what, there it is.]

[zomgboom]

[. . . yeah, she picked the lock. she didn't pick the lock to Kaneki's room because she liked him, but since Reaver hit on her she stole his shit as revenge.

there's a really complex moral code at play here that has nothing to do with the fact that the mun forgot lockpicking existed at 4am.]

Are you, like, going to go lie on his bed and be creepy? Because it, like, doesn't help.

[withabigsmile]

[Blue's not particularly shy about approaching Logan once she has some degree of a handle on herself; she was going to sit down and pick at her food, but she heads over to him and offers him a plate of rice and vegetables instead; it isn't fancy, but it's simple, tasty, and it's so easy to throw rice in a pot and vegetables in a pan.]

Would you like some?

[decrees]

[Logan glances up at the offer and for a moment he's tempted to say no, but he hasn't eaten at all today and while food is the last thing on his mind, he knows better than to skip meals. That doesn't mean he's good about it though, but that's not the point.

He takes the offered plate with a stiff nod, then gestures for Blue to take the seat across from him.]

Thank you. I appreciate it.

[He can't cook at all, so he really does.]

[withabigsmile]

No problem! Anytime.

[She considers just leaving him alone at that; there will be other times to talk to him and maybe now it's better to just give him his space, but she doesn't. She sits next to him- not so close that she's right up in his face, but close enough that they can comfortably talk.]

Are you gonna be okay?

[...Concern. Concern is easy.]

[charcoalfeather]

[Rakka's approach of Logan was... filled with uncertainty. Did he even want to talk to her? What could she do to help him feel better after all of that? But she goes to him eventually.]

Uhh, Logan? Are you feeling alright?

[Her eyes fell on the blank paper. Hrrmm.]

[decrees]

...If you want me to be perfectly honest, no. I'm not feeling alright.

[He sets the pen down and folds his hands, elbows on the table.]

But I doubt any of us were after witnessing something like that. How are you holding up?

[Just don't think about it. Find something else to focus on and maybe, maybe he can move forward.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Some rations, some paper of her own-- Ashley doesn't bring a lot with her. But she sits down next to Logan, seeming marginally less...strangely calm than she had at the end of the trial.]

Hey.

[decrees]

[Logan glances up when Ashley joins him and nods a bit at the greeting.]

Ashley.

[For a moment he's quiet, but there's something he needs to get out of the way immediately.]

...I apologize for my behavior during... that.

[Vague hand wave to indicate the trial.]

[blazeit]

[ It's a good thing that Bakugou is one dense fucker when it comes to feelings, because it means he doesn't care about how awkward this might be, he just thinks "better sooner than later" and plops his butt down across the table from Logan. Gives him a rather empty stare for a few moments. It's surprisingly not angry, because he's not angry at Logan. ]

... So.

[ So indeed... ]

Is it gonna be permanently weird that I, you know. Everything that just happened.

[ Got really aggressive at Reaver at very close quarters, accused him of murder, the whole nine yards.

... Basically he wants to know if they should actively avoid each other to avoid weirdness or if it's not being taken as a personal thing. Bakugou doesn't think it's personal, but even he picked up on the fact that, again, half the room seemed to be under the impression he and Reaver were fucking. ]

[decrees]

[He's inclined to agree, actually. As much as he doesn't want to address everything that just happened, it'll be better for him if he gets it over with now. Logan can't hole himself up again; he barely recovered last time.

The words get him to tip his head slightly to the side as he considers them. He doesn't seem angry or even upset, really. Just distant.]

...No. I understand what you were trying to do and while I initially wanted to fight against it, to prove his innocence, I... knew there wasn't any other solution.

I apologize for my behavior. I never wanted any of you to die for him to live.

[As weird and warped as it is, he's pleased you kept pushing. He couldn't have said anything about his suspicions even if he had wanted to. It would have been dooming Albion and he could never do that.]

I do not take it as a personal slight, nor am I upset with you for it.

[heymcfly]

[ Marty approaches Logan quietly. He saw him at the trial, and, uh. He honestly had no idea who this guy was, but he was taking it hard. Did he know the guy who had been accused? That must really, really suck. It only felt right to go up and...well, apologize or something. Because this sucked.

His hands are stuffed in his pockets. ]

Hey, man. Sorry. Y'know. About today.

[decrees]

[Logan glances up at-- uh. Hang on. One of them's Marty and the other's Morty and he cannot keep those two names straight for the life of him. He tips his head a bit at the apology before motioning to the seat across from him. Go ahead and sit.]

I appreciate it, though it was no one's fault but Reaver's.

[And that... stings, honestly. He had known Reaver was selfish and wouldn't hesitate to do what he thought was in his own best interests, but...]

[perpend]

[There's not much he can do.

Comforting Reaver's friend might not even be the right thing to do, given how quick Cabanela had been at going all Cop on the situation, but he'd be lying if he said he felt guilty about getting justice for Kaneki.

Did he want the man to die that way? No, of course not; he'd have rather he not died at all, honestly.

But there's nothing they can do now.

He awkwardly slides a plate containing two slices of toast near Logan, lightly buttered.]

Figured you might need something to eat.

[decrees]

[For what it's worth, Logan doesn't seem angry even now. He glances up at Cabanela for a moment before moving the papers aside so he can focus on the toast. He really doesn't want to eat, not after... that, but he knows he can't avoid eating forever.]

...Thank you.

[He gestures to the seat across from him.]

I must apologize for my behavior today. You all were able to work it out on your own, but I should not have attempted to stall you.

[housenurse]

Ah, I didn't know how you liked your tea, so I brought, um... everything!

[by "everything" she means that in addition to the tea pot and cups, she has a bag of sugar, a carton of milk, and an entire lemon.

she glances at the paper, notes the address, and smiles. now, this is something she knows about.]

Writing to family, huh? I was thinking about the same thing.

[decrees]

[...Sukuyo, he is not going to put a whole lemon in his tea, but thank you very much for considering everything.

Logan sets about adding some milk and sugar to the tea after he's moved the paper away from it.]

Yes. My sister should be in charge of Albion in my absence. We ah... had a fight before I arrived here and I doubt she'll be pleased to hear from me.

[The Conductor most likely won't send letters that have too much information in them, which will only infuriate his sister. He's never been good at telling her everything she should know, so clearly he can't start now.]

...What are the members of your family like?

[And that sounds like a much more pleasant topic of conversation and Logan is here to be distracted after... that. All of that.]

[icysemblance]

[Weiss takes a seat to Logan's left, and she's quiet for a long minute before saying anything.]

Are you holding up all right? I know things were awful in there.

[decrees]

[Logan glances up at Weiss' arrival and nods in greeting, but he doesn't speak until she's finished and even then it takes him a moment to form a response.]

...I've been better. I suppose everything is still sinking in.

[Six million people. Reaver. Maybe it would have been better if he had tried to reason with the others to spare Albion--

No. They wouldn't have gone for it. He knows that. If he couldn't get a majority then it would only tear the group apart and why should they sacrifice their lives for a land they know nothing about? For people they've never met when they have lives back in their worlds as well?

It isn't worth dwelling on it, but he can't stop thinking about it.]

...I have made many difficult decisions as the King of Albion. I had hoped I would not have to make any here.

[sunsong]

Writin' to that little sister of yours?

[ He hasn't said much about her. That she's naive, yeah, and Sol's pretty sure he cares about her, but she knows nothing else about the girl. She drops into the seat beside Logan, looking at him curiously. ]

...What's she like?

[decrees]

I am, yes.

[He sets the pen down and folds his hands before looking at Sol. Despite how even his expression and words are, his hands are shaking.]

She's... not the brightest and she often sticks her nose where it doesn't belong, but she genuinely does wish to help everyone. She can be unobservant and often lost in her own little world where nothing ever goes wrong, but she's strong-willed and once she's aware that something is wrong, she'll do everything in her power to fight to fix it.

...I miss her. I imagine she's still furious with me.

[That tends to happen when you force someone to choose between innocent people and their friend--

...YOU KNOW WHAT THAT SOUNDS LIKE

oh my god he fucked up]

[clearasmud]

[ After finally leaving... whatever they were going to call that room, they'd made their way back to Logan's room. That room wasn't the place to talk about anything, let alone...

It's at that point Youko inhales deeply before letting out a quiet sigh. She'd rather not admit it, because that implied more feelings were involved than she'd like, but she was tired for reasons that had nothing to do with standing in one place for hours.

...Although hopefully this conversation would start with Logan offering her a place to sit. ]

[decrees]

[Logan remains near the door after he's let Youko in, though he doesn't lock it, he only closes it. The last thing he wants her to think is that he'll do anything stupid. There is a sword near the desk, but Logan isn't going to get near it right now.]

...Make yourself at home.

[The words are stilted, but he's not really sure what else to say. Take the bed, take the chair, he doesn't really care where you want to sit, he'll take the other one.]