Didn't we just do this last week?

[perpend]

[It's starting to look like this is going to be a weekly occurrence.

Just like last week, Cabanela waits a while before he makes his rounds, writing everyone quick notes and sliding them under each occupied door.]

Stay strong.
If you don't want to be alone tonight, meet in the dining hall.
-Cabanela

[Like last week, Cabanela hasn't bothered to provide anyone with food-- that would just be... rude right now, he thinks. Upon first entering, you'll notice that there are now four lit candles in the center of one of the tables.

Feel free to leave mementos for the dead; it's probably appreciated.]

Comments

[forcegalactic]

[...What's his deal?]

Alright, alright, I won't get all pushy with you. But keep in mind that you should spend time with other folks sometimes. You got me?

[He won't leave until Dio agrees.]

[midnightsea]

[oh lord here we go]

And why should I do that?

[forcegalactic]

'Cause you don't wanna end up with no friends and bein' too emotionally unavailable for a successful relationship. Even if you're a vampire, that ain't any excuse for thinkin' you don't need help.

[Anyone that serious has to be making up for a severe flaw. Sparks Nevada's stoicism betrays how much he sucks with people, Croach's uptightness reflects how little he understands of other's feelings, Red's dedication to her work offsets her temper. Dio is just the same. Mordecai's role is to provide advice to people like that.]

[midnightsea]

I don't need friends.

[Says the guy who will literally be writing a letter to his friend by this time tomorrow.]

I don't need anyone.

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai covers his mouth with the back of his hand to cover up his smile. He sounds so much like the lovechild of everyone's lone warrior personas, it'f almost funny.]

Whatever you say, Dio.

[He turns to let him be. There'll be plenty of opportunities to bother him later.]

[midnightsea]

[you have no idea, man.]