Looks like this will be a weekly thing

[forcegalactic]

[This whole week has been awful. This whole experience has been awful. Mordecai wants to go straight to his room and deal with his frustrations, but that's not what a mayor does. A mayor takes charge, a mayor fixes what's wrong, a mayor makes things better. Even if he can't do everything on his own, he's has to do something.

Two hours after the end of the trial, the living will find another note slipped underneath their doors.]

There's cookies in the kitchen. The dining room is ready for anyone who needs a quiet place to talk it out. I'll be in the bar if you need a drink, alcoholic or something more appropriate for the underage crowd.

-Mordecai Benmont Jiminy

[There's a pile of warm chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen. Two more candles are lit at the memorial - one for the victim, one for the culprit - and Mordecai has left a pile of blankets from the storage room on one of the dining room tables.]

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[forcegalactic]

[True to his word, Mordecai spends most of today behind the bar with a line of alcoholic drinks, sodas, juices, and water. Something for everyone, he guesses. He also has two unfamiliar beer bottles - their design looks wildly out of place in this building with their pale blue glass and logo of a star. It'd probably fit in more in a 50's science fiction movie than anything else.

He has a notebook and small pile of papers on the counter. The notebook is opened to a page listing drink recipes, and he idly flips through it, scribbling a note here and there.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan's instinct is to avoid Mordecai. That's what she normally does, run or hide from the things that make her nervous. Eric always said that, and in the end it was right.

Funny, how she's more at ease facing down death than some stupid fight.

But they're still locked in this place. She can't avoid anybody for long, and anyway she's sick of watching everyone snipe at Hibiki every week. Mordecai's not exactly malicious, she thinks. He's a damned idiot and doesn't seem to consider that other people have feelings, but she doubts he's really trying to hurt the girl.

She'd almost rather he were. She knows what to do with that. Funny...

She won't spend whatever time she has left in this place scurrying around like a reprimanded child. So she walks into the bar with her head held high. If he wants to start something, let him.]

Is there any wine up here?

[perpend]

[Sitting on the table near the memorial is a note that says the following:

If you find anything at all that can produce light, from the machine or otherwise, keep it close.

-C

The Inspector himself can be found in the dining hall for most of the night. He isn't eating much, and he doesn't seem to be doing anything in particular besides vaguely drawing a crudely done portrait and writing various notes. Anyone who gets close will see snippets about memory loss in there.

Later on, Cabanela will retreat to his room, though it's cracked slightly open for anyone who wants to speak with him.]

[decrees]

[Logan isn't going to approach Cabanela in front of everyone. There's something he needs to talk about in private, after all. He'll show up after things have quieted down a little, knocking on Cabanela's door.]

...Are you free to talk?

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan takes a seat nearby, not getting close enough to see whatever he's drawing or writing.]

I suppose we were right about one thing. [...also she's kinda taken some candles and matches. They'll get restocked before any more need to be added to the little memorial.]

[midnightsea]

[Dio walked over and took a seat nearby, calmly placing a note within Cabanela's reach.]

It's safer to communicate important information in a way that can't be overheard.

I think I understand why there's no windows in this damned place now.

[oftheland]

[Well, Cabanela did want to talk to him after the trial, so, you know... HERE HE IS.]

....I really have to say, I'm glad Chie got one in for the lot of us, at the very least.

[forcegalactic]

[Some time later in the night, Mordecai finally retreats downstairs, worse for the wear. Hours of arguing leaves him exhausted; he can't deal with this every week. But he does have to talk to the Inspector. There's a lot that has to be discussed after that execution.

He knocks on the door.] You busy?

[oftheland]

[...well, first thing's first. Time to get some ice cream out of the fridge and break the bad news to Beedrill.... but in the bar, because honestly? Now that they actually have alcohol, he can sit at one of the tables next to the bar and pour one out for a fallen comrade.

Chie went down like a badass, so it was only fair. He'll have a drink of his own, then, as Beedrill morosely starts on the ice cream, because even he's starting to feel a little down. Everyone who's nice to him and gives him pets has died.]

[icysemblance]

[Not everyone, Beedrill. Weiss is going to walk up to it, tap it's shoulder, and open her arms.]

Sorry, I just - yeah.

[decrees]

[Logan shows up in the dining room a little late, but unlike the previous weeks he doesn't look lost or confused, instead he looks determined. His usual outfit is a bit different as well - the sash across his chest has been replaced with the scarf Ashley made for him. It looks kind of dumb, but now that he's had a week to try to deal with Ashley's death, it's about time he does something with it.

Logan takes up some space at one of the tables and he sets about writing down... something. It looks like a list, but whatever it is it's clearly holding his attention pretty well. He'll be working on that for awhile if you want to stop by.]

[zomgboom]

[100% is going to say something about that sash, sees it's probably an Ashley thing, then just sits down instead.]

What'cha writing? Is it, like, stuff lists? I have the old ones.

[openterrain]

[ Seeing the monsters recoil from the light the way they did has Jean worked into a bit of a frenzy. Not a huge one, but enough that he forgets about politeness and straight up reads Logan's writing over his shoulder for a moment. ]

Is that about a monster from Albion?

[charcoalfeather]

[It's become a bit of a thing for Rakka, to search out Logan at these depressing afterparties and... talk. About everything.

She notices right off the bat that he's not wearing that sash, and instead recognizes the scarf as something entirely different.]

...Logan?

[icysemblance]

...hello. May I take a look?

[ninehundredlives]

Keeping inventory again?

[That's something that seems to have slipped since Asuka's death; maybe someone ought to still be doing it.]

[withabigsmile]

[Blue settles down right next to Logan and looks directly at whatever he's writing because she's nosy like that.]

What's up, Your Highness?

[midnightsea]

[Still lacking a shirt, Dio occupied a dining hall chair off to the side as though it was an ornate throne, half draped across it with his head on his hand. Today's events left him with a lot to consider. A repeating cycle of incentive, murder, trial, gathering. Shades weak to the light. One sibling left to carry on without the other.]

[He raised his other hand to the star-shaped birthmark on his shoulder, frowning.]

[What a waste of time.]

[housenurse]

[comes out of nowhere

places a cool wet towel on his head]

[icysemblance]

[[Weiss' little display of anger hasn't made her feel any better. It's the first time in a while that her temper has gotten the better of her, and that's not good.

She'll walk into the dining hall and nibble at a cookie for a while before wandering upstairs.]

[heymcfly]

[ Marty is sure to catch her before she retreats. He wants to talk, but he's kind of afraid to. He doesn't want to get slapped. He really really doesn't. Hopefully her cookie will soften her up! ]

Hey. Uhh.

Are you, are you okay?

[sunsong]

[ For the first time post-trial, Sol can't be found at the get-together. She goes straight from the courtroom to her own room, not lingering long enough to be caught, and slams her door behind her. She could barely hold it together for the trial - really, it couldn't be said she had held it together at all - but now that it's over? Sol can't be expected to put on a brave face right now, surely.

Luna's gone. Luna's dead. Even if Sol survives all this shit and gets to go home - Nothing's ever going to be all right ever again.

Later on in the evening (like, pretty late in the "why are you out and about now, Sol" timeframe), though, if you don't try to bother her at her room? She can be found outside Luna's door, key in hand, clearly trying to force herself to enter but equally clearly uncertain if she wants to just now, biting her lip. She's changed back into her track shorts, though she threw on a ridiculous shirt over the top instead of her usual jacket... ]

[icysemblance]

[Sol will find a note slipped under her door:

Sol -

I am so sorry. I can only imagine how you must be feeling. If you need anything at all, I promise I'll do my best to help.

- Weiss

[announcemyvictory]

[A lady keeps her composure, and that's what Elise is going to need to do. She sits down and contemplates her cookie, occasionally shaking her head.]

We've survived again, at least.

[icysemblance]

That we have, somehow. I just don't want there to be another murder. We've all had enough.

[charcoalfeather]

[Rakka is a little late to appear in the dining hall, and possibly early compared to some of the other people still around. It's hard to say which is more accurate. But regardless, she was there.

She was still alive. Eight people were dead. Some good people she knew, some people she didn't know. None of them deserved this.

Anyways, she took a little longer to get there, because she was searching for something in her room: a bouquet of cherry blossom branches. She eyes the candles briefly as she sets them down on the table, then heads off into the kitchen to look for a vase.

She's already cried, just not as much as last time. Heaven help her if she gets used to this.]

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai returns downstairs for a minute, if only because Hibiki kept giving him those unsettling glares, and the room designated for peace and quiet is a temporary break room.

He doesn't have anything he can put on the memorial for Luna, but he wanders over there anyway mostly because Rakka doesn't look so good. She didn't deserve to be here. This place wasn't meant for her. Cookies wouldn't be enough.]

Hey. [He waits for a response.] I made some tea for ya.

[mortyfied]

[Morty's.... at the bar, actually. He's tired, he's upset, and he's expecting Rick to be there already so he decides to just go there instead. He's pretty sure most people are gonna be at the dining hall and he doesn't really feel like talking to a whole bunch of people tonight, so screw it.

He sits himself down on one of the bar stools, the hat Ashley knit for him sitting on his head with a piece of paper and a pen. Everyone's been writing to their homes and that motive got Morty thinking that the Conductor might actually be able to contact their families... so it's a good way to spend time, at least. It gives him a little bit of hope.]

[rickdiculous]

[Rick is totally just sprawled across the bar itself, legs up in the air as he drinks out of a red cup.]

Whatcha writin', Mort.

[swirlied]

[ Yuuri makes his way to the kitchen after reading the note, grabbing a few cookies. He'll approach anyone he sees in the dining hall. ]

Hey, do you want one? [ He offers a cookie, trying to give a comforting smile. ]

[charcoalfeather]

[Rakka glanced upward as she lowered the cherry blossom branches she had brought into the vase. Oh, it was Yuuri. She didn't speak to him enough, and when she noticed what he was offering, she accepted with a weak smile.]

Yes, umm, thank you.

[clearasmud]

[ The trial hadn't been so bad. The scent search wasn't her first choice - quite literally - but it'd paid off. One person was dead instead of 21. Even the culprit looking like her probably wouldn't have mattered if she hadn't seen Hori die. Too bad thoughtless mistakes had been made!

Being immediately ushered to Reaver's room and staying there for a long-ass time with Logan helps a lot though, and when Youko eventually wanders back to her own, a proud new owner of STUFF, she's... okay. Uninterested in venturing back outside, but certainly capable of conversation and guests. ]

[decrees]

[Logan keeps Youko's hand in his and he leads her back to room fifteen. Reaver's room is uh... full of stuff. The majority of it is either on the desk or in it, though the trunk is full of useless things as well. Logan motions for Youko to take a seat while he works on preemptively removing the chestplate. This is probably going to end in hugging, so he might as well get this out of the way now.]

...Do you want to talk about it?

[The execution, he means.]