After...party...?

[diesifkilled]

[SO THAT SURE WAS AN EXECUTION, HUH

Shirou's just been kind of staring off into space, still holding on to Usagi's hand, ever since Kon and Natsume's deaths. Just when it starts to look like he might stay like that all hecking night, he suddenly blinks and looks around.]

I'm going to go get some food.

[And indeed, he disappears off to the lodge and returns a little later with a huge pile of beautifully made sandwiches and other snacks. Did he have them prepared, or did he just make them really fast somehow? Who knows.

Anyway, there are now sandwiches. And the shack might still be on fire. This is fine.]

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[finalguard]

[ Boa disappears pretty soon after the whole business with the fire and Ichigo dies down and he doesn't come back until later in the evening.

He sits down at the fire, grabbing one of the last remaining sandwiches and just listens to the conversation around him. He doesn't seem overtly distraught, just kind of serious. ]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie moves to sit next to Boa]

Hey...

After some time

[linearcrash]

[ He's not moving bodies this time. Nine vanishes after the group hug, and then comes back with bleeding and bruised knuckles. He couldn't keep his promise to Natsume. They didn't save Kon. They couldn't even save Natsume.

Hitting a tree didn't help take the edge off, but Nine is now physically exhausted after everything. He's not going to touch food this time, but he will be found by the fire. He's still missing a shirt and his blazer, but he has on his hat and pants still. Approach? ]

[seekingsunrise]

[He goes off to punch trees and Talcott is left sitting by the campfire a little bewildered. Ren is upset, Ichigo's upset. Everyone's talking about time out like it's some great tragedy. It made sense last week that Nine was upset because they usually sat together before bed. He was lonely.

But this seems like an awful lot of fuss. So he follows Nine, upset because his boyfriend is upset. He just comes up behind him, wraps his arms around his middle, leans his cheek against the back of his shoulder.]

It's okay, darlin~

[finalguard]

[ Boa watches Nine from a distance for a while, then hesitantly moves over. ]

You alright?

[particlebarrier]

[It's pretty late by the time Lance makes his way back to the campfire, but when he spots Nine he approaches immediately.]

I'll get a new shirt for you from Stan to replace the other one.

[lovebun]

[ Usagi is not okay. She's really not. She's not. And she's going to sit there, hands in lap. She still hasn't detransformed. Her expression is kind of vacant and hollow. She's... Not doing okay. ]

[diesifkilled]

[Sorry, Usagi. He would help, but. He's kind of running on autopilot right now, so the best he can do is leave her a plate with a sandwich.]

[lovecolored]

[ You know what? Marisa actually feels kind of useless right now, and Usagi's kind of...catatonic. So. Let's give this a shot. ]

...hey, Usagi.

[ Marisa will sit down opposite her. ]

[sophistryking]

[Here-

Have some birthday cake. Hardly anyone ate any earlier.]

[le_mat]

[It's been a long night. Ren has learned things that weigh on his heart and mind. So when he sees Usagi so broken he doesn't bother trying to talk to her.

Instead, he kneels in front of her, and just... pulls her into a hug]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie crosses to her and gives her a hug.]

[fallbymyhands]

[. . . honestly, even after all of that. . . she is hungry]

[she reaches out to take a sandwich slice]

Thank you, Emiya.

[and after that, she's just going to sit around the campfire and quietly eat her sandwich. bother her??]

[diesifkilled]

[He just. Kind of nods vacantly. And moves on to shove sandwiches at other people.

This is how coping works.]

PHONE, ALSO

[fallbymyhands]

[also, at some point]

Everyone, I discovered Red's phone on my way to the cabin. If you'd like to take a look at it before I return it to her, now is your chance.

However, you must apologize to her for the invasion of privacy later. And don't touch the pictures. I'll be watching.

[bladeisme]

[Ichigo doesn't come back to the firepit, once he manages to extract himself from the hug pile. In fact, he takes off out of the camp as soon as he can.

Someone bring him a sandwich.]

[particlebarrier]

[Well Lance never actually goes back to the fire pit, but he is at the beach. He has his bayard with him, but this time it's taken on the shape of a sword. He's still too angry with himself to engage in any kind of meaningful self reflection, which means it's time to channel his energy elsewhere.

Sword in hand, he practices several strikes and blows, swinging the sword as hard as he can with his movements. Despite all the flailing he does usually, he's not at all clumsy when he's focused on fighting. If anyone approaches, he'll pause for a moment, long enough to nod.]

[soylentprotag]

[Lenka's passing by at some point, because eventually he has to make his slow, reluctant way back to the campfire, and stops to watch in silence.

Normally, this is what he'd resort to himself, but his grip isn't steady nor secure enough tonight to do any good for anyone. He'd probably send the Arc flying halfway across the beach or have to go diving for it, and he has neither the energy nor the capacity for slapstick at this time. Watching someone else train is a little soothing, though. It's better than staring into the lake or the fire. Repetitive motion. Less shadows crawling about the prickles of Tier 1.]

[soylentprotag]

[This is much later at night.

But surprisingly, perhaps, Lenka turns up. He’s just sitting by his God Arc and staring into the campfire, expressionlessly eating a piece of the cake that Lillith offered during the trial. He doesn’t seem to have noticed the rest of the food, which is just as well since his knuckles and hands are a bloody and blue and black wreck and also there are splinters everywhere. There’s probably some blood going in that cake, so the attempt at normal baked goods is going a little wasted here.

Feel free to engage or yell at him or whatever, he’s here for all post-trial needs.

Oh, and happy zombirthday to their new coral pals. Are they still following Ren like ducklings?]

[diesifkilled]

[Shirou's going to pass by and leave him a sandwich. Go on, eat it. It's healthier than cake.]

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta doesn't move, just stays on his hands and knees in the dirt.]

Why? Why wouldn't you let me help them?

[You couldn't.]

But--

[By being in symbiosis with you, Drew has been able to act in defense of others, but Drew is programmed for self-defense first. And Drew wants to stay in symbiosis with you. So Drew won't let you hurt yourself.]

But--

[If you try to attack Red, she'll hurt you. You can't win that fight. So Drew will protect you, Chuuta.]

[Chuuta laughs, or sobs, and curls up on the ground. Just. Give him a minute.]

[diesifkilled]

[Here Chuuta, have a sandwich.]

[warmyyarny]

[Kanji is standing near the shack on fire, with some sandwiches on a plate. He's staring at the flames, wondering...]

If the shack's gone, that means there won't be any more zombies? I dunno if that's good or not. I mean...it's awful they're zombies, but they're not completely doomed, so...

[Maybe setting fire to it wasn't the best idea ever? Heck if he knows]

[le_mat]

...maybe I was... too hasty.

[He doesn't think that's the only thing making zombies- Clarke started turning to stone from the fire earlier too. But... he hadn't even considered it at the time]

[yunolikebugs]

[Gonta vanished into the lodge for a while after the hug buisness was over.

When he comes back, he'll be curled up near the campfire, nibbling on a sandwich. He's still not that hungry, but he's here if anyone wants to use him as a therapy person.]

[trashmouthtozier]

Hey, Gonta.

[Richie sits down next to him and leans on him]

Are the sandwiches okay? I haven't had anything yet.

[it's better than asking how he's doing, because he knows that answer. no one is okay]

[velocirainbow]

[ Cielo does not eat. That is the first sign something is wrong. He just sorta... ends up by the lakeside, staring at the water, sitting with his legs crossed.

He's not happy, obviously. He doesn't seem okay at all. But you can talk to him! He'll be here until curfew. ]

[soylentprotag]

[Lenka turns up next to him at some point, though he doesn't say anything; he's just washing his hands in the lakewater without expression or comment, watching the dirt and grime and blood and wood splinters drift along the water. Someone probably finally yelled at him for getting blood all over everything including the snacks and Red's phone.

Or he remembered that he was supposed to wash his hands before eating. It's a bit late, but one out of two isn't bad.

Afterward, he lets his hands drip into the water and stays in a crouch, staring out over the lake. They can probably stay like this for a while. There aren't a lot of words for what just happened, are there?]