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

[dokkalfheimr]

Almost all I've been hearing about this week is how stupid I am, and how little I care about everyone, and how much Plumeria will be hurt if I die.

I just... I'm tired, Filbo. I'm tired, and I'm scared, and I shouldn't even be telling you this because you're having such a hard time already. But I'm just...stupid and selfish, right?

[God, she doesn't even sound agitated. Just drained, and blank, and she bends forward to lay her head on the table.]

[ahelpingpaw]

You're not. You're just a grumpus.

[Yeah, that's the equivalent of 'you're just human'. Filbo blinks, realizing that no that doesn't work]

...wait, no, that's obviously not right. You just--you're--I don't think it's stupid or selfish at all, that's--aah, hm, ah--

[Aaaaaaaah he screwed up the encouraging words he was trying to say due to his blunder, give him a moment to try to get back on track, daaaaaaaang]

[dokkalfheimr]

[...That...actually gets her to look up, and for a moment she just sort of stares? Goodness.]

Well, if you consider me one of you, I suppose that's a good thing?

[...look she's only got so much to work with here and she's not sure how to salvage that either - ]

...I think I know what you mean, however.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Filbo pats her shoulder chuckling awkwardly. Oh god, they really took turns lying on the table while the other hopes to be comforting, hah]

W-well, I hope you do. I was gonna tell you a few things about how it's okay to feel things, but I just--kinda forgot all of it? I really should plan a few words ahead, ahahaha...hah...

[.......]

But I'd be surprised if you weren't tired and scared. Come on, I'm scared and tired too, just so tired of everything. So...same, Lady Freyja, same.

[Everything sucks and it'll keep sucking and it just is awful]

If they were giving you a hard time, well, you didn't really deserve it. I know you said something that kept a lot of us on guard, but that's no excuse to make you feel stupid. Because you really aren't.

[dokkalfheimr]

...I feel like I am. But I do appreciate it.

[She's...trying, anyway.]

You're very kind to me.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Filbo just beams with pride]

Aw, it's nothing. I'll be there anytime you need me.

[And even when you don't need him because really, when has Filbo kept himself away from anyone unless you're throwing his mayoral sashes into the latrine or setting up murdercruises]

[dokkalfheimr]

[...filbo who did this horrible thing to your sashes and can she fight them.]

I'm glad. And I'll try to do the same, as best I can.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Pffft, someone he met at Snaktooth who for some reason really hated his guts. They're getting along far better nowadays, but still, Filbo wasn't fond of her very much back then for obvious reasons, hah]

You're already doing great at it. I know it may be hard to believe, but you are.