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

[forcegalactic]

[That issue has never come up. Few people called him "Mordecai" at all, if they bothered remembering his full name correctly. To those who heard it once, he was "Jeremiah" or "Jiminy Barkeep", with absolutely zero appropriate nicknames. He likes his name a lot: Mor-de-cai. Final syllable with a harsh h, if you wanted to be accurate. The thought of a shortened version never dawned on him.]

Sounds an awful lot like "Morty", don't use it. Most folks call me Barkeep where I'm from, it's unofficially my nickname by now. [Marty isn't old enough to drink legally, but he can refer to the title.]

What's so bad about your dad bein' a bit of a coward? There are plenty of woman who love a sensitive man, my wife included.

[heymcfly]

Barkeep? That's pretty heavy. Mind if I use that? [ Even if Marty can't drink. Unless the drinking age went down in the nearby future? hinthinthint ]

Aaah, I don't think my dad's sensitive. He doesn't know how to stick up for himself. Like at home, the neighbors would call him the local doormat. [ He wrinkles his nose. ] About a week ago [ kinda ] my dad's boss from work wrecked his car while he was drinkin' and blamed it all on my dad. And he just took it!

So the last time I saw my dad's gotta do reports for his boss at work, pay for car insurance and repairs, and pay for Biff's dry cleanin' because when he hit the car, he spilled beer on his shirt.

He doesn't have any guts at all. It sucks.

[forcegalactic]

I don't mind at all! In fact, I'd much prefer it if folks called me that more often. [Though he kind of likes the sound of "Mr. Jiminy". It makes him sound like a teacher, or mentor.]

[He grimaces.] Your dad's got the worst kinda luck, Marty. There's lotsa bad folks out there that take advantage of people like that, ain't always their fault. Don't he got friends to stick up for him?