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]

[But why would he do that? Why go through the extra effort of coaching soccer if he had to deal with being mayor? Why the sudden philanthropy?]

...But I don't remember this.

[Sports aren't that bad, when he thinks about it. Teenagers can be dealt with, if the past month locked with several of them proved anything.]

I wonder if I even brought back the ones that murdered the others.

[ninehundredlives]

Are you planning on doing that here?

[forcegalactic]

[He looks at the photo one last time before putting it back in.]

Yeah. Definitely.

[Byakuren, Ashley, Luna...maybe Chie. He's not too sure on the others.]

None of this ain't supposed to have happened.

[ninehundredlives]

Then you probably did then, too.

[She's not so sure on the subject of resurrecting murderers, but he's going to do what he's going to do. Anyway, she doesn't want to get in a fight over what's still a distant hypothetical.]

[forcegalactic]

...I'll see how things turn out. The folks that got killed first, then everyone else on a case-by-case basis.

First we gotta find a way out.

[ninehundredlives]

Right. None of it really matters if we can't do that much.