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

[swirlied]

[ When Yuuri finally takes a good look around the room, he spots Sol a few tables away. He gets up and takes a seat next to her and tries to offer her a smile, but it comes off as weak. ]

...Hey.

[sunsong]

[ It's okay, Yuuri, her smile isn't much stronger. ]

...Hey yourself. How are you holdin' up?

[swirlied]

...I've been better. Are you doing okay?

[ Because he's more worried about everyone else than himself. ]

[sunsong]

I'm...okay. It's not the first time I've seen people die.

[ But she could be better, it's true. ]

Or...pressin' that button, actually killin'...

[swirlied]

You've seen people die before...?

[sunsong]

A lot of 'em. I mean, to start with, I've been in Area D for four years, so...

[ has she mentioned it's a prison for superpowered criminals, or ]

[swirlied]

[ nope it's all new to him. ]

What's Area D, exactly...?

[sunsong]

It's...well, I'm an Altered. Back home...there are a lot of us. It started twelve years ago, humans becoming Altered - gaining...abilities. Anyway, these days anyone they catch is sent to Area D - it's a prison island for criminal Altered. Or just unlucky fucks who get caught up in the crossfire of hate.

Once you're in, you don't get out. And since there are a bunch of criminals around? Well...you see people die. Though it's not always them doin' the killing. The wardens have a three strike policy - get a third strike and you're gunned down on the spot.

[swirlied]

That's horrible... I'm so sorry, Sol.