And we're all adrift together through the cold mist, 'til we're lifeless together

[dokkalfheimr]

[The preparations hit differently this time.

Last weekend was at least an attempt at being festive, even with the light supplies they have; at being joyous, at giving people at least one nice thing to look back upon before things inevitably took a turn for the worse. And now two people are dead, and instead of trying to figure out structure placement and how best to keep everyone entertained and occupied and well-fed, the preparations now are given to much more practical purposes.

Large amounts of bottled water from the machine. Bagels and bread and muffins, light starchy things to avoid forcing anyone to keep meat or seafood down after seeing a corpse. Fruit for the sake of providing energy. Avoiding including bananas for any reason. Quietly pulling aside one of the first people she sees with any experience in the matter and asking them to help her make tea.

Once she's got one of the tables at the party zone set up and the tea is on its way to being prepared, she'll set around letting people know; the invitations are simple, written in Freyja's broad, elegant handwriting:

I think another gathering tonight would be beneficial. Not to celebrate, but to remember; perhaps more importantly, to ensure that no one is alone if they don't want to be.

Tonight is hard. There is nothing further to do but get through it.]

Comments

[queceracera]

I mean, I'll be fine. I'm Scott Pilgrim, right? [The way he says it, with a little huh of laughter, implies he's repeating something someone else has said to him.] It's just - I don't know, different? Usually when I kill people, I know they can probably come back. It doesn't really mean anything.

[Scott Pilgrim doesn't live in a post-Undertale video game world, is what I'm saying.]

[dokkalfheimr]

[...Jesus, that all sure is something you just said.]

Do you kill people often?

[queceracera]

Uh. How often is "often"?

[That's probably not reassuring.]

[dokkalfheimr]

...How frequently do you kill people?

[queceracera]

I don't know. I think it averages out to like one every few months? Wait - do ninja clones count separately or once? 'cause there were like eight of those. Oh - and the weird Bollywood backup demon girls. So maybe it's more like one a month?

[Is this a better or worse answer than expected.]

[dokkalfheimr]

[...I mean I know what I expected but I don't know what she expected.]

Why are you killing people?

[queceracera]

Well, I was doing it because I love Ramona and I'd kind of like to, I dunno. Go grocery shopping with her until we're old or whatever? But she disappeared a couple months ago and I don't know where she went so I'm not really sure anymore.

[Scott skipped about, like, six steps of this explanation.]

[dokkalfheimr]

[...IT'S OKAY SHE CAN ROLL WITH IT, KINDA]

Who is Ramona, and why do you want to visit the shops with her?

[queceracera]

Ramona's my - well, she used to be my girlfriend. I don't really know if we're still. I mean, if someone disappears on you that probably means they're breaking up with you, right?

[In this case, actually no. Ramona and Scott are perfectly matched idiots.]

Anyway, I'm still super in love with her. I would totally go shopping with her. We could stay at the mall for as long as she wanted.

[dokkalfheimr]

...I see.

[Oh my god.]

So you kill people on her behalf.

[queceracera]

Sort of? I mean, it's - well, I guess it's more like her evil ex gathered up all her other evil exes and then they decided to try and kill me so I couldn't date her? [Now that he says this out loud, it sounds extremely dumb.] So it was kind of self defense, kind of fighting for her honor.

[dokkalfheimr]

...Why does she court so many evil people?

[good god she has so many questions for scott pilgrim tonight and i am so sorry but this is fascinating.]

[queceracera]

Um.

[Scott knows the actual answer, which is "Ramona is a trashfire person just like him," but loyalty compels him to. You know. Not admit his ex(?)-girlfriend is a trashfire of a person.]

Some people are just drawn to assholes, I guess. She said I was the nicest person she ever dated.