After(life) Party--

[soylentprotag]

[Lenka isn't talking much, though he spends most of the time after the execution either expressionless or frowning, moving among the ones still left at the campfire to check on people and try to make sure none of them are trying to either follow Boa or possibly throw literal or metaphorical stones at each other. Probably everyone's too exhausted for any of that at this point.

At some point he disappears for a little bit and comes back with an entire table and supplies -- not from the kitchen, but from the stash he'd accumulated in Cabin 2. It's not much, but it feels better than eating anything from the kitchen right now. Nobody wants that.

There's just some crackers and fruit snacks and some cheese with them. A few baggies to take them to go since most people aren't hungry right this moment. Once that's set out, he'll idle at one end of the table, staring out into the lake.]

Comments

[trashmouthtozier]

They're neat. They look a lot cooler than these stupid things, anyway.

[he adjusts his own, then takes a long time reading it, his breath hitching and his eyes going wide in all the right places. one thing's certain, he sure as hell doesn't make it through the read without crying.]

I want to hope. I do. But last night ... I don't want to feel like that again. I can't.

[linearcrash]

[ He actually smiles at that cause at least someone thinks they look cool? ]

Hey, I like yours.

[ Because they are Richie's. Though glasses conversation goes out the window as soon as he realizes he might cry. Tentatively he puts a hand on his shoulder. ]

I know... it sucks when your trust gets betrayed.

[trashmouthtozier]

I ... I know you know. Because ...

[because Talcott. who he's really not bringing up right now, because there are some times even HE knows not to stick his foot in his mouth]

But you do? Seriously? These things are fucking awful!

[he takes them off and holds them out for Nine to inspect]

We call them Coke-bottle glasses at home because they're so thick. I can't see jack shit without them.

[linearcrash]

Seriously, I do. They make you look all distinguished.

[ Nine pulls off his own glasses to offer them over. Then he's going to look through Richie's. Look, glasses exchange. Nine is just far sighted ]

I wasn't talking about here, you know.

[ Though Tal's stuff still stings. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

[BRITISH GUY VOICE omg yay]

Distinguished, old bean, you don't say, you don't say, hoh hoh hoh.

[he puts on Nine's glasses, and goes into gigglefits at the sight of Nine in his giant-ass black 80s frames. it takes him a minute, but he finally pulls himself together and realizes he has an important question to ask:]

Not here? What happened? Do I need to follow you home and bat-spear somebody's ass?