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!]

Comments

[specialyellthing]

She’s a good one. [Zinda tosses an arm around Jonathan’s shoulder, making herself comfortable.]

And so are you, Champ. I know you’ve got it in you.

[hotpaprika]

[There is a small warmth in his heart as he hears this.

He smiles, leaning lightly against her.]

Thank you, Zinda. Words cannot describe how much you mean to me.

[There is a long silence as he just sits next to her. It was a unique feeling to feel absolutely miserable but having friends by your side helping you through it. It didn't cure everything but it was a strangely cozy feeling that he can't help but enjoy.

He glances briefly to the table and his eye catches the tray that he brought in earlier.]

Oh, but you should really eat something if you haven't today. Some food would do you good.

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda laughs, drawing back from him, and reaching for a sandwich.]

Now you’re mother-hennin’ me, huh? Guess I need that.

[hotpaprika]

[He chuckles lightly.]

I came here to make sure you were being looked after. I would be poor at my job if I didn't insist for you to eat.

[specialyellthing]

Normally, when a man has a pretty woman on his shoulder, he doesn' shoo her off. [She turns, and grins at him-- she's teasing the poor man. She takes a big ol bite of sandwich.]