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

[paucipan]

[...

If this were anyone else, she'd probably be a lot ruder and telling them to screw off but...Data seemed so weird during the trial. And he's been alright. Maybe...]

Sure. Just follow along with me, okay? It's a bit of a complicated process, but...

[She'll pass him a few pieces of the book she's ripped out, taking one out for herself to instruct him with. Plumeria is at least doing her best to go slow and explain, and by the time she's done, a little crane is born! Beautiful.]

And that's how you make a crane. It's pretty simple, but it is cute.

[How's yours lookin' Data?]

[ltcommandroid]

[Pretty darn good! Data probably could've learned it just by watching her - he's a learning machine, after all - but asking people for instruction seems more commonly accepted than just. Lurking.]

It is. [Simple? Cute? He can make aesthetic judgements.] Thank you for showing me. I often practice various art forms, when I am not on duty. I have found myself at something of a loss with so few supplies here.

[he's so bored, like he can't be bored but also it's so boring here save him]

[paucipan]

It's no trouble. I wasn't just going to say no or something like that, that'd be rude. And...well, I'm glad that it's something I could teach.

[...And maybe it's nice to have someone else here, even if she's in a Mood after all of that. It is doing a little bit to calm Plumeria down, at any rate.]

Have you tried asking Mr. Jones if he might be able to get you some supplies?

[ltcommandroid]

I have only really spoken to him about cat supplies.

[you know how it is...]

[paucipan]

[she sure do...]

I see. It might be worth a shot, at least; hopefully you'll have some luck if you decide to do so. [Of course, the mention of cats gets Plumeria to remember--] Oh--that reminds me. I found out that cat's name, by the way. That little cat I found in the machine is named Kissa; she apparently works alongside Lalli? Apparently she helps him hunt down trolls.

[Plumeria's honestly kind of impressed, honestly.]

[ltcommandroid]

[Holy shit, what? Data arches his eyebrows.]

Trolls?

[paucipan]

Yes. Lalli didn't tell me much about them, [she got distracted by the fact that this man SLEEPS UNDER HIS OWN DAMN BED what the hell] but he said that they reside in this...Silent World. That's where he found her, apparently, as a kitten. She's a hardy one, apparently.

[She figured Data would be interested in knowing, if nothing else.]

Do such things exist, where you come from?

[ltcommandroid]

[He shakes his head.]

I am not familiar with anything like that. But that is interesting - I should ask him about it.