(too late) you're at the party

[scouserer]

[Well, it's safe to say that trial fucking sucked. Therefore, some sort of afterparty is in order. Constantine is admittedly not good at throwing parties without some sort of liquor or other drug involved, but that's where Data and Sylvando guide him.

First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]

meet at the lounge
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.

A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.

But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]

Comments

[bonesorter]

It does seem that way, doesn't it?

Though... as terrible as it is, I suppose it's also a relief in some way to consider: no one has committed a murder because they are the type to enjoy doing so or the like.

[sivard]

...It is a comfort, in a way.

But it also makes things more difficult, in a way. We had to punish people for things they never intended to do.

[bonesorter]

Yes... you do have a point there, as well.

[She sighs, looking down at her hands for a moment.]

Do you think... it's going to happen again? I thought for sure after the first time that nothing would happen now that everyone knew the stakes, but...

[Well, it ended up happening again. Now she can only wonder if this really is their new normal now, having to deal with someone dying every week.]

[sivard]

I want to hope it won't happen again.

[But that's not the same thing as believing nothing will happen, is it?]

We'll find him. He's on this ship, and it's only so big.

[bonesorter]

I hope so... as big as this ship is, it's hard to believe that he cannot be found at all.

[But then, what are they going to do once they find the Captain? Would they even be able to make them send everyone home...?]

[sivard]

Agreed.

He's somewhere, even if that's not clear right now.

[He's definitely not sure what to do about the Captain, though.]

[bonesorter]

Mm. Until then... we'll just have to keep looking, and trying to make sure that something like this doesn't happen again.

[The murders, she means. She's not sure if there's anything she can personally do, but she would like to do her best to prevent it happening again regardless.]

[sivard]

Yeah.

These two cases... neither of them were really intentional. If we can keep one from happening that's meant to kill somebody...

I think we'll be all right.