but even if the stars and moon collide [afterparty]

[allatonce]

[Well, that sucked!

After about an hour, invitations written in colorful ink appear under everyone's doors.]

Understandable if you're not up to it, but we're having a memorial and "don't wanna be alone" hang-out in the restaurant again.

[The restaurant has very much been decorated with the most rainbow fabric she could find in the department store. Jonathan got roped in, mainly so she could make sure he was doing okay, but also because she assumed that he knew how to put a tablecloth on a table. He seemed like the type, anyway.

After consulting with Undertaker, most of the food that's been set out is more traditional Chinese funeral food than Victorian—you can get a whole roast duck in the restaurant—but she tried for a mix of things. There is fruit, the aforementioned roast duck, and several vegetarian dishes along with potatoes for some reason and... cookies? Okay then.

Joy's trying, because that was way less terrible for her than it was for basically anyone else.

Happy Pride Wrath, New Rapture!]

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ice cream parlor

[buriedstar]

[ He's attracted by the sound of music than the locale, stopping dead at the question. ]

...I'm not sure I wanted this kind of nostalgia. [ Sigh. ] What are you trying to make?

[hellaethics]

[The siren call of Ariana Grande.]

Ice cream floats. [He shrugs his shoulders slightly and squirts a jolt of cola into a glass with vanilla ice cream.] My friend Eleanor used to like some really weird flavor combinations like that whenever we'd go out for ice cream. So I thought, because everyone's super bummed out right now, I'd try `em out and maybe it'd make people feel better.

[buriedstar]

I wouldn't say all of us, and not everyone likes ice cream. [ He smiles, perhaps to doubly emphasize his point. ]

But its a good effort, so I'll help.[ He holds his hand out for a spoon. Is he going to regret this? Mostly definitely. ]

[hellaethics]

[Jason raises an eyebrow, his face a mask of skeptical disbelief over the very idea someone doesn't like ice cream, but it passes quickly and he hands a spoon to Seo. The drink itself looks, frankly, Does Not Look Good. Heckin' rip.]

I don't think it's too bad but Chidi told me one time I had "a frankly terrifying tolerance for flavor combinations". So I figured a second opinion would be good.

[buriedstar]

You shouldn't be aiming for "too bad" or passable, but perfect. Great if you're really starting from nothing.

[ He is one of those type A's. Despite knowing this will be in some degree awful, he swipes a bit with a spoon and puts it into his mouth. And promptly runs over into the nearest garbage can to spit it out. Aughhhhh. ]

...if you're trying to develop the means to hide the taste of any poison, you've outdone yourself. [ Dripping with sarcasm as he aggressively wipes at the corners of his mouth with a napkin. ]

[hellaethics]

Why though? [Welp, that one is officially a failure. He plops a fresh scoop of chocolate into a new glass and, after a moment's deliberation, chooses strawberry soda this time- an actual sane choice.] Perfection's kinda subjective if you think about it. And Plato, the philosopher dude who isn't Mickey Mouse's dog, didn't think it could actually exist.

[buriedstar]

[ He stares into space for a good several seconds. Those sure were words he heard but he's not entirely sure he heard them correctly? Did he get brain freeze from one spoon of ice cream. ]

Plato and Mickey Mouse...? What do do either of them have to do with each other? [ A beat later. ]

Perfection is easy to measure if everything is measurable, like in the Hub. If you're talking about qualitative things or actions it's harder but not impossible using the same system.