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]

He's ... well. How are you? I know I sure feel like shit.

[he's actually talking, though, and the swearing is back, so ... it's a strange yet sure sign the Trashmouth is slowly on the mend]

Everyone feels like shit. Asking how we are seems like a pretty dumb question.

[he pauses]

But I'll tell him you're worried about him when I see him again later.

[le_mat]

...heh, yeah, pretty dumb. I just- I am worried about him. Kinda scared to talk to him right now though. And he's closer to you guys so... yeah.

[trashmouthtozier]

Why are you scared? I mean - we already know we're all screwed.

Might as well talk to him, right? [it's the attitude he's deciding to adopt]

[le_mat]

Why? I guess... I'm scared he'll hate me? That's why I've been kinda hiding out- so none of you have to see me unless you want to.

[trashmouthtozier]

Dude, if he hates you, you come bitch to me, and I'll go yell at him for being an idiot.

[duh?]