forcegalactic: (what the shit)
The Barkeep ([personal profile] forcegalactic) wrote in [community profile] trustfell2015-11-28 05:42 pm

Looks like this will be a weekly thing

[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.]
perpend: (☂ puttin' on the ritz)

[personal profile] perpend 2015-12-03 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He'll come to Sol's door a while later, knocking on her door.

There's absolutely nothing he can say, but maybe she'll appreciate the company right now, if only for a few minutes.]


It's Cabanela.
sunsong: (TENSE ♫ dot dot dot.)

[personal profile] sunsong 2015-12-03 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ It'll take a minute or two to answer, but only because she was flopped on her bed. ...Possibly crying, but uh. No one can blame her for having red eyes for the rest of her life the week, okay. Sol opens the door a crack at first, but then swings it open all the way to kind of lean on the door frame.

While it's easy to see that her room is pretty cluttered in the sense that she doesn't seem to feel a need to tidy things - her bed isn't even made - it's not like she's throwing things everywhere for the hell of it - at least, not usually. The desk chair is on its side as though she kicked it over, which she...you know, did.

There are even some decorations. Some toys are on the desk, from the machine, as well as a jar of star sand...that sort of thing. Pinned above the desk is more weirdly a sheet of paper with several cross outs that seem to be done at different times; the end result that is the only thing not scribbled out currently reads 6,084,240. He might not be able to see that unless he walks in, though. ]


Hey...sorry about not coming to the... [ ...Mourning? Gathering? She's never sure what to call it, so Sol trails off, uncertain. ]
perpend: (☂ if you're blue and you don't know)

[personal profile] perpend 2015-12-04 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[He tries to smile. He doesn't succeed, but Cabanela does what he can. Unfortunately, he can't see what she's written from the door, but he's too worried about Sol right now to step in until he's invited at the moment.

He holds up a wrapped up napkin after a moment, a bit hesitantly.]


...Mordecai baked everyone cookies. I brought you one, if you'd like it.