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trustfell2017-10-14 10:31 pm
matchbreaker) wrote in trustfell2017-10-14 10:31 pm
One day we'll reach to emotions: unexplored, unprecedented
[ Sometime shortly after the trial small notes will be folded underneath the doors of everyone still alive, and also posted to the staircase leading up to the upper floors. Not many of you have probably seen Elda's penmanship yet unless you checked that Penmanship check a while back, but it's impossibly impeccable fancy cursive script, to match with her old timey appearance. ... She also writes a lot more proper than she talks. ]
[ she's being somewhat facetious about half the group, but the fact does remain that she got more offers than she expected, when she set out to do this. She had expected that Sayaka would help, and indeed both her and Alex provide cookies and curry for the tables. Elda herself sets up the tables, dotting one longer central one made of smaller ones in the ballroom for things to sit on. The bulk of the food's provided by Tarrlok of all people, Chinese food by any other name. Susan, bless her, provides alcohol. Hibki, once she was clean, decided to run backup on preparing the food.
And then perhaps fittingly, Aligula provided the decorations. Steamers line the room, and little cut outs hang around. At Elda's instruction, it's a mix of cats, snakes, and bats. The majority of them have little faces on them. And finally, as and afterthought more than anything else, Elda makes some tea.
... Said tea is black tea and is impossibly dark and bitter because she can't taste it, but maybe that's what you want on a night like this. Who knows. ]
To My Fellows,
The half of you who didn't assist me in this are cordially invited to a celebration of our continued living, and to the memories of those who aren't. We are a mismatched group,
but it has become increasingly clear that we are together in this. Do not allow yourself to be alone.
We will be congregating in the ballroom for the rest of the night.
Better chefs than I will be providing food.
Sincerely,
Elda Marker
[ she's being somewhat facetious about half the group, but the fact does remain that she got more offers than she expected, when she set out to do this. She had expected that Sayaka would help, and indeed both her and Alex provide cookies and curry for the tables. Elda herself sets up the tables, dotting one longer central one made of smaller ones in the ballroom for things to sit on. The bulk of the food's provided by Tarrlok of all people, Chinese food by any other name. Susan, bless her, provides alcohol. Hibki, once she was clean, decided to run backup on preparing the food.
And then perhaps fittingly, Aligula provided the decorations. Steamers line the room, and little cut outs hang around. At Elda's instruction, it's a mix of cats, snakes, and bats. The majority of them have little faces on them. And finally, as and afterthought more than anything else, Elda makes some tea.
... Said tea is black tea and is impossibly dark and bitter because she can't taste it, but maybe that's what you want on a night like this. Who knows. ]
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[ Or so she sees it. ]
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Ah.
[He glances down at the cookie in his hand again.]
...
Eating isn't just about taste, you know. It's also about memory.
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[ she does sound... genuinely curious, at least. ]
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[He takes a moment, mulling over what he should say, trying to think of the most accurate way to describe the memories he associates with baked goods.]
A mid-winter-afternoon at Grandmother's house, where the scents of cinnamon and vanilla filled every room. Any visit to her meant treats, and winter visits meant days spent baking everything imaginable. Christmas was a time for sugar cookies, a rare treat since sugar was expensive. We children would spend all day out in the snow, making snowmen and having snowball fights, only to come inside and have a plate of cookies and a warm cup of tea waiting for us. They were always perfect; never burned, never overcooked. And as we ate she would tell us stories of her own childhood, of her own mother and grandmother doing the same for her. Despite the cold outside, eating cookies and drinking tea always made you feel warm inside. Because Grandmother would never let her grandchildren feel the brutal cold of the winter, she always keeps them close to the fireplace and chases the chill away with good, warm food.
'Love', in short. The love between grandparents and grandchildren.
[That's something he hasn't thought about in years. Definitely not since he got married, and probably not for many years even before that.
The corners of his eyes are getting a tiny bit damp.]
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That's not what she expected, but that makes sense to her. Smell, sound, all of those have an importance to them, they can definitely stir memories. she can still feel Jame's touch, his lips. Little smells make her think of Henry or Ren or Anju. Sometimes the tenor of the girls voices makes her imagine Karin.
It's all connected. ]
You got quite personal for me there, boy.
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Ah, I suppose I did. My apologies.
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[ she reaches out and pokes him in the chest with one of her long lady fingernails. ]
As I said, we here are a unit. For better or worse, I am connected to you as much as any other here.
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Perhaps, but we could all do without sad tales of the past, I think.
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[ A.... haha. ]
Besides, I've only got another year left to do so... hell, Anju's maturing fast, I might've missed it even in this month.
[ A though that terrifies her. ]
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[ what ]
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[tbh though he probably has put on a couple pounds since being here. This food, it is so full of sugar.]
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[ Wait what. ]