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[After that horror show of an execution, Mordecai is still restless from the investigation and trial. He has too much pent-up energy, and plenty of others are sure to be upset, too. Ashley was loved by nearly all of them, the trial was mentally draining, and that execution was crueler than it should have been.

Two hours after everyone has returned to their rooms, they'll find a note slipped under their doors.]

We can't go on with empty stomachs. There's food in the kitchen, and the dining room is always open if you need someone to talk to.

Please keep anything outside of eating and civilized conversation away from the dining hall. That room is meant to be a peaceful place for those of us that need it.

-Mordecai Benmont Jiminy

[Today, there's cream of tomato soup warming up on the stove with a set of bowls besides it. It's a more mindless dish to prepare than mashed potatoes, as much as Mordecai wants to vent his frustrations on the potatoes.

He decides to follow Cabanela's tradition and lights one more candle, and after some consideration, lights a sixth. Let those who cared about either girl pay their respects.]

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[Ashley is dead. The severity of this situation has dawned on Mordecai this morning. Someone he talked to often, someone he wanted to look after is dead, and who knows who else will be next. What if it's him? What if people who didn't appear all that suspicious at first continued to kill? What will happen if they never find a way out?

The words from his recent memory echo in his mind. I want to go home. That sentiment has never been stronger until now.

He doesn't hide his worried expression as he lays a blue and purple scarf in in front of the memorial. It may last longer in this place than he will.]