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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[sunsong]

[ She's sitting with her back against the wall, so when a note comes under the door she takes it and opens it, expecting some other request to party.

It's Rakka, though, so she reaches up, opens the door. Calls out. ]

...Angel, wait.

[charcoalfeather]

[She wasn't expecting Sol to answer, honestly. Though she hoped, and wanted to see her again; Rakka gave it a minute or two, sitting in front of the door. Until finally, she got up and prepared to head down to the gathering once again.

But then she hears the door open, and she looks back. Sol may just be able to see Rakka smile.]

Sol...! I...

[She's so sorry.]

[sunsong]

[ Sol can't smile back, not even for Rakka, but...even though she can't think of any words that can help, any apologies that will make up for losing her other half, she doesn't want to be alone.

She feels alone, even with everyone else still there. Luna's just always been there, and now she isn't. Sol is...bereft. ]

I...do you want to sleep over? [ She understands if not. People murder people here. But right now, Sol doesn't want to spend the night alone. ]

[charcoalfeather]

[Rakka didn't expect her to smile back, nor did she really think Sol was going to answer her at all from behind that door. But somehow she knew, deep in her heart.

Being alone wasn't what she wanted.

She figured that Sol didn't want to talk after losing her sister, she wouldn't even blame her if she didn't. This, though...]

Sleep... over? [...slowly, she nodded, stepping back to the door. A solemn look on her face.] I... I can, do you want me to?