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

[charcoalfeather]

[She stares down at the bowl that has been passed her way. The sudden hospitality is not unwelcome in the slightest, but it's still a little out of the blue.

...She'll draw her finger along the rim of the bowl, gathering enough to bring to her mouth for a taste. Yup, tomatoes.]

Well, it smells pretty good. [Which meant it probably was good!] yeah, I think he's a really great cook, don't you?

[swirlied]

Yeah, I do. I'd actually like to learn some stuff from him. I don't know how open he would be to that idea, though.

[charcoalfeather]

Maybe you should just ask! You never know.

[...Wait. Hrrm.]

...I mean, maybe right now isn't a good time?

[swirlied]

Yeah, probably not... Maybe he might be more open to it sometime during the week.

[charcoalfeather]

Yes, absolutely!

[hahah.... haha... ha...]

I want to hope... that everyone feels better, next week.

[swirlied]

[ He nods, smiling a little. ]

Me too. I think we can get through this. We have to.