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

[midnightsea]

No, I'm not.

[Much like he'd completely ignored Sukuyo's handmade lunch, Dio simply shrugged and gave Mordecai enough room to walk past him.]

[forcegalactic]

Woah, hold on!

[He sidesteps so he's in front of Dio again.]

Stay here, I make extra. I saw you standin' there, you really do wanna join us, but there's somethin' stoppin' you. What is it? You shy? Nervous? Got a secret you're too afraid to have someone ask about?

[He heard about the journal, he knows you have some secrets.]

[midnightsea]

I'm not hungry, first of all. And secondly I am not shy, nervous, or afraid.

[He spat the last word like poison, scowling.]

I just see no reason to associate with any of you when we're all equally likely to kill or condemn each other. The rest of you can act as though we're all friends, but I will have no part of it.

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai lowers the plate, and thinking better, leans on one foot to slide the plate on the counter.]

A good point. I know nearly all of you can up and kill us all for whatever reason, it don't have to be someone as obvious as Reaver - and I knew he was trouble the moment I read his profile, good to see I wasn't wrong. But iffen you go around, bein' all anti-social and cagey, we can't help but get suspicious ourselves. That's why you gotta talk.

Now, I promise my cookin' ain't poisoned, and I understand if you don't want to eat that. But you should grab somethin' to eat! [Hands on hips, he looks up and attempts eye contact.]

[midnightsea]

You can all be as suspicious as you like. I have nothing to gain from acting like we're going to get along and no desire to try.

[god forbid he makes anything easy.]

I won't repeat myself again: I don't need anything to eat.

[forcegalactic]

[Congratulations, you made it on his "suspicious people" list, as evidenced by his narrowed eyes.]

Why not? You ain't a robot...unless you're a ghoul.

[midnightsea]

I'm not whatever Kaneki was. Just leave it alone, it's of no concern to you.

[forcegalactic]

It's everyone concern, iffen we're in danger of gettin' eaten.

[But if Dio is lying, he already is in danger. As certain he won't kill him when everyone watching from the dining room, it's best not to agitate him.]

Just so you know, I do not tolerate trouble in my place, even though my place ain't here nor is a place, but that ain't the point. If you're gonna argue over dinner, I suggest you don't and head to your room.

I'll leave a plate for you when you get smart and eat.

[midnightsea]

Oh, spare me. I'm not going to eat any of you. And I was, quite frankly, on my way back to my room when you confronted me.

[dio please find some chill.]

So I'd advise you to simply leave well enough alone, and I'll do the same.

[...Until someone antagonizes him enough, probably.]

[forcegalactic]

Alright, alright, don't get all uppity 'cause you're actin' all immature, Dio.

[Here, he'll step aside for you.]

[midnightsea]

. . .

[you know what he's not even going to start, because it is too late in the day and he needs some sleep]

[so captain neck injuries is just going to stalk off angrily]

[forcegalactic]

[Don't be surprised when you find a plate and a piece of paper with your name on it when you open your door the next day.]