it is a funeral.

[ltcommandroid]

[Well. That was certainly something.

Emotions are clearly high, so for once, Data steps out of his helper role and takes on the brunt of organizing the after-trial gathering. He's seen enough of them by now to know what's what. He's also seen more than enough in this particular trial to decide that the bar, while possibly being the most logical location, may be distressing to some! So instead, we're gonna do something different. Data will deliver invitations, that sort of look like a computer printed them, to each of the rooms:]


Please come to the ice cream parlor if you would like company at this time.

- Data

[Everybody likes ice cream!

There are no decorations, but there are some snack selections from the buffet and the cafe, depending on what you want, and a tray or two of mixed drinks courtesy of Jimmy Buffett. Data and Parker are both here. If you're sad, you may pet Parker (probably). If you're too depressed to make your own fancy sundae, Data will do it for you (definitely).]

Comments

[jibunwo]

[Zero chose instead to disappear following that whole affair, eventually heading to the sewing room and occupying himself by keeping his hands busy. Namely, trying to fix up the slapdash eyepatch Chloe had called him out on. Sewing with one eye closed to make the strip of black cloth a little more presentable, and...hand embroidering a small sigil in shades of purple, where it would cover his eye.]

[...It's actually well-done, honestly. For whatever reason, he's clearly good with his hands even if this extra-ass nonsense is how he applies himself.]

[bonesorter]

[Lorna comes in not too long into Zero working here, holding on to some fabric of her own that she seems to have plans for. She pauses upon seeing him here, curious as she watches him work for a moment before finally speaking up.]

Have you made something like that before? I've never seen someone that's able to sew with only one eye open until now.

[jibunwo]

I've sewed a fair few things before, and learned embroidery a while back.

[you think this awful suit was commissioned with ALL those awful details, because it sure wasn't]

Working with one eye is a little more difficult, but relying on muscle memory helps.

[bonesorter]

I see.

[Lorna sits down with her fabric, which is white with turtles on it.]

Is your eye injured? Or... no, I'm sorry. [She backpedals, ducking her head down to look at her fabric.] It's not my business to ask.

[jibunwo]

No, you're fine. I already told Flayn as much--it just doesn't work as well as it should. Relying on both eyes gets disorienting, so I keep it covered.

[none of this is strictly dishonest]

sewing room

[onlyyoucan]

[Sara walks in and pauses.]

That's... no, it's not the same. What is it?

[jibunwo]

It's the symbol of the Black Knights. Chloe seemed under the impression that this looked foolish as it was now, so I thought I would improve upon it.

[onlyyoucan]

It looks nice.

[She sits nearby and looks over at him, even if she's back to not really emoting much.]

I didn't know you were good at that.

[jibunwo]

I'm fairly good with my hands. I'd probably spend some time cooking if we had any real kitchen here.

[silentscout]

[Zero why are you so extra.

Lalli is just going to quietly watch Zero work until Zero speaks to him though. He's interested in what Zero is doing and won't interrupt until the end.]

[jibunwo]

[he's designed by clamp]

Is there something you wanted, Lalli?

[silentscout]

Sort of.

[He considers how to word what's on his mind. Because he wants to tell Zero, Zero seems like a smart guy who can help him with this.]

I talked to Davy Jones, earlier in the week.

[jibunwo]

Did you? Was there anything of interest the two of you discussed?

[scouserer]

[Constantine glances into the room when he catches Zero working on his eyepatch. He pauses in the doorway, seemingly unsure how to approach.]

Didn't know you were into sewing. Valuable skill when it comes to the end of the world, I reckon.

[He doesn't mean it in a disparaging way, for once.]

What's this about, then?

[jibunwo]

[Deadpan:] I can cook and clean quite well, too.

[is he joking, probably not]

It's the symbol of the Black Knights. I just needed something to keep my hands busy and clear my head.

[scouserer]

[That's three for three things that Zero is better than Constantine at!]

Huh. Wouldn't think that sewing would be your outlet of choice.

[Constantine pulls up a seat, sitting in it backwards and propping his elbow up on the back of the chair.]

I presume that's your...squad?

[jibunwo]

We don't have a kitchen, so it's this or fold a thousand paper cranes.

[get dunked by a teenager, nerd]

You would be correct.

sewing room

[magycks]

[ Magica is currently going through every single bolt of fabric in search of the least cheerful one imaginable, but she can take a few seconds to observe the extra-ass handiwork of someone who works in her preferred color palette! ]

Huh. Could be worse, I suppose. You look like you're about to shoot someone.

[jibunwo]

I'm fine, actually. [he's totally calm and under control, definitely.] Better than some of us.

[magycks]

Mm, and Flayn is taller than some of us, so I guess she's 5'6.

[jibunwo]

Magica, usually I find our back and forth almost entertaining for whatever it is, but I'm not incredibly in the mood for it today. Is there something you wanted from me?

[hellahighwater]

[ The sewing room isn't one of Chloe's normal haunts, not like its neighbor, the art room. But she hears something, someone working, so she takes a peak. ]

Zero...? You sew?

[jibunwo]

Well enough.

[he's very handy actually.]

I took your advice to heart and thought I might improve upon it.

[hellahighwater]

Huh. ...Mostly you think of girls or theater kids being the ones who know their way around this stuff.

[ She leans against the wall. ]

It’s...already looking a little better, though, so, buck away at those stereotypes.

[jibunwo]

...I had to learn these things from a fairly young age. I don't live with very many people.

[His words were very carefully chosen, but seemed true enough.]