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unknownseas2021-02-27 07:34 pm
thisaroma) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-27 07:34 pm
into each breaking wave
[ Well, that was — no pun intended — unfortunate. ...But in light of what they already saw happen the first two weeks, maybe it's not really that surprising, either; and maybe it's at least a little easier to recognize when something is going to be a lost cause, if not necessarily to accept it.
In spite of everything, this is the first time Decus has been in a halfway decent mood after a trial, which he can gather is... probably not the case for most of the rest. So he figures he can take on the party host duties for this week rather than push it onto someone who needs a break. Anyway, he wants to keep up this feeling-okay thing for as long as he can, and if he has too much downtime and starts to think about what happened a week ago today... he might end up a little less okay.
So, he brings some food down to the buffet from the cafes for a little variety (even though most of them probably aren't going to be too picky at this point), along with some tea and cocoa from Starbucks and a few harder options from the bar, and gets that all set up in as welcoming an arrangement as he can manage. And...
Well. Despite how he may come off sometimes, he actually is self-aware enough to realize that some of the others might not appreciate being reminded that he's still alive when three people who'd never had any intention of killing are dead. It doesn't really bother him, but he doesn't want to create unnecessary drama, either; so he doesn't put his name anywhere on the invitations he puts up around the place, just a simple:
food and drinks at the buffet
...Which is almost always the case, technically, this past week excluded, but hey.
And while he might come by to offer a drink or something to someone who looks like they need it, he's mostly going to hang back and let everyone do their thing. ]
In spite of everything, this is the first time Decus has been in a halfway decent mood after a trial, which he can gather is... probably not the case for most of the rest. So he figures he can take on the party host duties for this week rather than push it onto someone who needs a break. Anyway, he wants to keep up this feeling-okay thing for as long as he can, and if he has too much downtime and starts to think about what happened a week ago today... he might end up a little less okay.
So, he brings some food down to the buffet from the cafes for a little variety (even though most of them probably aren't going to be too picky at this point), along with some tea and cocoa from Starbucks and a few harder options from the bar, and gets that all set up in as welcoming an arrangement as he can manage. And...
Well. Despite how he may come off sometimes, he actually is self-aware enough to realize that some of the others might not appreciate being reminded that he's still alive when three people who'd never had any intention of killing are dead. It doesn't really bother him, but he doesn't want to create unnecessary drama, either; so he doesn't put his name anywhere on the invitations he puts up around the place, just a simple:
food and drinks at the buffet
...Which is almost always the case, technically, this past week excluded, but hey.
And while he might come by to offer a drink or something to someone who looks like they need it, he's mostly going to hang back and let everyone do their thing. ]
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[Still, Constantine picks up the paper and squints at it. He turns it over, as if looking at it upside down would somehow help him comprehend the gibberish laid out before him.]
What's this? You gotta work on your ghost drawings, mate.
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[He got that Constantine has handled ghosts before but Constantine was also being stupid about it.]
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I assume you're givin' this to me so I know what to do.
[A pause.]
I appreciate it, but shouldn't you be giving this to someone else? Someone who--who isn't an utter prick like me?
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[Most people didn't make that bad life choice.]
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If you remember what I said, I didn't offer my soul--just said that I'd be willing to travel with it for a bit. Not that much of a moron.
[He's more careful with his words than one might think!]
Stupid plan, either way.
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[His voice comes out as a low growl as he glares towards Lalli.]
I've done my fair share of dealing with devils, mate. I've been to Hell and back several times over, and each time escaping with my soul. I know. And it's just--it's just--
[He sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair.]
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[A statement, not a question. Lalli is feeling that too though, so he at least understands.]
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[Constantine nods numbly, looking away from Lalli. And if he can't help people, then what good is he?
Hah. Expecting goodness from John Constantine.]
Don't suppose you have any remedy for that, in addition to ghosts.
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[hahahahHAHAHAHAAH]