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[Another week, another set of disasters. Hibiki’s head is still reeling from the lengthy ordeal that was Solf J. Kimblee. But it’s because of that exasperation that she’s able to turn her restlessness into something useful. It’s too late to set about making curry for everyone, so it’s time to make some easier dishes. A replication of Fern’s mac-and-cheese, somehow she’s whipped up some kind of donut to go with her animal-shaped rice balls. There’s coffee, tea...hopefully it’s enough? And if it’s not, Rin has provided some delicious Chinese food. And that always tastes better late at night, doesn’t it?

And for the adults (or the exasperated teenagers), Susan is carting down booze from the bar. Joy. Hibiki’s never written to the group en masse before, but she delivers a piece of paper to everyone while Rin and Susan finish up the preparations. Each paper has a drawing of an animal on it, too.]

Too much has happened today. Whether you want to get angry, cry, smile, laugh, or just be out of your room, you don’t have to do it alone. Rin and I have prepared food for everyone, and Susan’s brought the drinks downstairs so none of us have to go into the bar tonight.

Even if it’s just for a little while, won’t you think about joining us in the dining room tonight? Being together is just as important as working hard. And remember, nankurunaisa!

-Hibiki Ganaha

[Three more candles are lit today. Tabitha Smith. Sigrun Eide. Solf Kimblee. They’re all Cabanela’s doing. There aren't any decorations, but the food is spaced out so everyone should be able to grab something and munch if they need it. It’s not clear how many people will come, but a serious attempt was made this time.]

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'Involved' may not be the most accurate term here.

[He pauses again, mulling over his words.]

It...wasn't entirely unwarranted, several people were being needlessly stubborn. But you need some practice choosing your battles.

[Stubborn is indeed the right word here. She knows it, too. Initially she planned on giving up, but she was too upset when people told her Kimblee wasn't involved and here we were.

Granted, this is her version of remembering the events. Even though she did accuse Archer for quite a bit.

Still, while it's warranted this was brought up, that doesn't mean she's happy about it.]

It wasn't useless.

[Clearly she's still being stubborn now... She's talking about the handwriting samples-- that hill she's decided she will die on.]

[Oh boy. Luca wishes he had his magic right about now, that would make it easier for him to stay strong during this conversation.]

It wasn't, no. But it did more harm than good, which is probably worse than 'useless'.

[She wants to say 'how', but she knows. She knows what she said, she knows what she did, she knows she was rather rude to many people while being on her high horse that she was rightfully knocked off of.

Sorry Luca, she has no answer for this as she just returns back into her room. The door is still open and he can still see into her room, but it's clear he has an edge on her when she's chosen to run away instead of answering his remark.

And she's only returning to her room for the mimosa she made so she can drink some of it.

--ah. Yes. Probably not the best coping mechanism...]

...Estelle?

[He doesn't go in, but he is definitely peeking in, and he sees her drinking the mimosa. Which gets a sigh from him.]

Don't tell me you're getting a drinking habit.

[Drink, deep breath, calm down. Luckily, it's not hard alcohol like she could drink, but it's keeping her level, actually.]

You don't need to worry about that. It's keeping me calm right now and it's helping me think.

[She really means that and it also gave her a couple of moments to think up a reply instead of snapping back at him-- making more mistakes. Though she does have a couple of bottles in her room.]

I've drank champagne socially, so even a little shouldn't hurt me.

[She takes a deep breath...]

In any case... you are correct. There's... nothing wrong with what you told me and I'm just... I-I don't know. I suppose I'm just thinking up excuses at this point.

[She can't let her emotions get to her. She needs to accept she was wrong and that's the hard part.]

[It's very worrying that she would turn to drinking at a time like this, but Luca decides not to push that point. One problem at a time, there's no need to overload her.]

Mmm, perhaps. At this point all you can really do is try not to make the same mistakes again.

[Well, it's not too bad that she's drinking or getting drunk. Her words sound fine, at the very least. She probably couldn't even finish a bottle before passing out from just being overwhelmed by emotions and the sort.]

You're right. At least it's something I'll keep in mind in the future for sure.

[At least she knows not to get so involved-- or at least not find a hill to die on to the point she would get like that with everyone.]

[It's a good thing she chose to drink in her room then, passing out somewhere else would be bad.]

Mhmm.

Would it help if you had someone you trusted to give you a sign next time? So you know when you need to back down, if it's hard to tell in the heat of the moment.

['Next time'?]

I'm not sure if I'll be so involved again. I... I don't want that to happen again.

[She's clearly ashamed of herself and it's why she hid, but with Luca she's calming down a bit. Maybe it's the bit of champagne she drank that's helping, too.]

Even if you were a bit too intense about it, you were right in the end about Kimblee. You're pretty good at picking up on when people are acting strange, we just need to...hmm. 'Refine your methods' would probably be the most accurate way to put it.

[He's trying to help. He hopes he's helping.]

...And as much as I would like for it not to happen again, we know the time limit now. If we haven't found a way out by Thursday night, then we will have to do it again.

Yes, I understand.

[About the 'refining her methods'. She understands what that means. However, she doesn't comment on the first part since that's what brought up her... ah... unnecessary attitude. She knows now that she can't lash out on people just because she's upset. It's not often she gets mad, but... well... there's a lot at stake here now.]

I wish to find a way out of here. I... I can't do this anymore.

[She'll keep looking, for sure.]

Then let's keep looking, hmm? We seem to be making progress, at least.

[Finding a few buttons and keys and a door isn't quite how much he wanted to find after a month, but it's a start.]

Little by little it seems.

[And now that they're more aware of the time limit, well, someone's sure to act just due to that. That definitely adds a new worry to their plate.]

The world is all one! Unity mind!

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