Funeral Service for Adaman and Hodaka Morishima

[giddyundertaker]

[ An hour or two after the first trial's end, Hild and the Undertaker set out to invite as many people as possible to the Restaurant for the funerals of our dearly departed friends.

Why the restaurant of all places? Because there aren't enough chairs and tables elsewhere.

Indeed, some of the tables have been moved against the wall to make room for the seats. The chairs have been set up in four rows of six, like an improvised theater or a church. To the side, a small buffet has been set up courtesy of Obi, Mafuyu, and Hild. As for the main event? Two tables have been set up and decorated in black fabric and white flowers. In lieu of a live viewing, two drawings referenced from the profiles have been set up in the center of funeral wreaths... They're not the best, due to the artist's handicaps, but it does look like Adaman and Hodaka at least.]

Comments

[buriedstar]

I bet. [ This is the 4am talk no one needs. ]

But that's what happens when you play the victim and it fails. From what I've gathered, I thought you'd be better at it?

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan doesn't say anything.

He just gets up and begins to move back to the elevator.]

[buriedstar]

[ A disapproving sigh. ]

I'm not going to stop you or pat your ass like some of the others. If you have a death wish, who am I stop you? Just don't drag the rest of us into the pity party you're throwing.

[hotpaprika]

[He turns around sharply, suddenly filled with anger.]

What do you want from me? You have mocked me from day 1, no matter if I was simply minding my own business, trying to find a way out of our prison, or even mourning dead children! Could you spend a day one day without tormenting me for no logical reason?

[buriedstar]

[ His reply is chilly, without a trace of anger. ]

What do I want from you? Nothing.

If you recall the first day, I let you fill in all the gaps yourself. During the meeting, I also let you walk in the trap you set for yourself. There's no point in pretending how to lead and then falling apart at the first signs of difficulty, ineffectual leaders get other killed, and they're a drain of resources literally spent on anything or anyone else.

I don't care if you live or die but if this is all you're capable of, then at least do so quietly. It's not seeking you out if you keeping calling attention to yourself.

[hotpaprika]

I am terribly sorry that
my mourning isn't palatable for you. [His tone is harsh, not really apologetic.] I may not be perfect, but at least I am trying to do something to stop Fontaine.

[buriedstar]

And by something you mean setting poor examples for everyone, disrupting trial in not one but two ways, and trying to get everyone else to feel sorry for you? That's almost funny, Jonathan Harker.

Ah, and before you imply that I haven't done anything—in my spare time I've discovered another recording, cooked for those who forgot that their health matters just as much as their hostages, and got Fontaine to agree to post his own profile. Actually, for as busy of a man he claims to be it's been several business days now. I'll have to go remind him after this.

[ There's very little emotion in all of this until the end where that's something of a lilt, he is just the type of guy to visit Fontaine regularly at 5am in the morning. ]

[hotpaprika]

[He wants to fight. He wants to point out about the stuff he's discovered and how he's arranged a meeting to collect information. He wants to make a snarky comment about how the profile would be utterly useless to all of them because there was no way that Fontaine would provide any information that they could use against him.

But he doesn't. He lets out a deep exhale instead in an attempt to steady himself. No, getting into petty squabbles won't help anyone.]

I may have made mistakes in the past, but I will still try. I don't care if you only think I am acting for myself, because I want, no, need to get as many people out of here as I can, before I can even consider saving my own life. There are innocent people with lives to go back to, and I will stop at nothing to get them home safely.

I do not care if you think I am useless, because I refuse to give up until I we get out of here together or I have perished.

[buriedstar]

[ There's a lot here he could address, and he does pause for a moment, debating on the merits. In the end he settles into one of his usual smiles. ]

I don't really care either way. If you can't handle what I'm telling you, if you can't handle anyone pushing back against you, even someone like Forrest...then we can agree on the perishing bit, at least.