It keeps happening

[forcegalactic]

[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.]

Comments

[midnightsea]

I'm familiar with mythology like that. Gods interfering with fate and toying with humans--the three Moirai, the Golden Apple of Discord, even the more recent Doctor Faustus. I would think that anything with enough power would view mortals as pawns or playthings; just look at the Conductor.

[Or in a fucking mirror, Dio.]

But I'm afraid I don't know what the Galaxium is.

[forcegalactic]

Well, while he's not directly leadin' us to murder, he's certainly affecting the circumstances to drive us there. In away, you might just be right.

[Instead of pawns and playthings, they were an "experiment". And what are experiments but fun diversions to mad scientists?]

I don't know much about the Galaxium, but they're these cosmic entities that have total omnipotence over the entire universe. From what I recall from a conversation with one, they aren't allowed to interfere with use mortals and our affairs, but if one ever got bored of watchin' us, I would not be surprised - not one bit - if they startin' toyin' with us for funsies.

[midnightsea]

Effectively gods in their own right, then. What's to stop them, apart from 'they aren't allowed'?

[forcegalactic]

That's a good question. [If V'Stalu had more time to prepare an explanation, would he have admitted to some sort of self-government?] I guess they want us to trust 'em to have the fabric of the universe in mind.

[midnightsea]

...And you just trust some force like that not to ruin your lives at their smallest whim?

[forcegalactic]

[A pause.]

I dunno. I never had 'em interfere with any of my personal life, unless you count all of the bad circumstances I've been as part of a joke on their behalf. I'm fine as long as they stay out of my business, but if they're refusin' to intervene on the universe's safety, then I got a problem.

[Judging from the frustrated tone, it very much is a problem.]

[midnightsea]

Would you not count those bad circumstances as interfering with your life?

[forcegalactic]

Who knows? We all got our bad days, and that's mostly due to others decidin' highway robbery's an acceptable way of life or bein' too callous and thinkin' to shoot before askin' questions.