some moments last forever, and some flare out with love, love, love [afterparty]

[visiblepattern]

[So that all sucked really bad, huh.

Forrest had meant what he said about going to the clinic immediately after all of this, getting medical supplies ready and set up on hand to prepare to receive people - Dandy is the primary candidate for this, whether he likes it or not - but before he goes he grabs Rossiu for the briefest moment before sending him on his way. Sure enough, when the note comes in a few minutes it isn't in Forrest's flowing, delicate hand but rather something blockier and incredibly neat. If you've seen Rossiu's handwriting, you'll recognize it: ]

We're having a memorial gathering in the ice cream parlor in an hour. Feel free to attend if you'd like, or if you would prefer to not be alone.
[...It seems like as good a place as any.

There are some things set up, though not terribly many; the tables are set out and are perhaps a bit closer than they normally would be, but go ahead and make yourself some sundaes, pull up a chair, talk to one another, ruminate over whether Jason and Hagakure would have liked this (or whether Vholran wouldn't have, either way) - it's your night, to do what you want with.]

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[fuckingguy]

[ Nandor inclines his head thoughtfully, frowning, but the expression in his eyes is some of the most No Thoughts Head Empty vacancy he's ever displayed! He does not get it, at all. ]

So...

[inaclearing]

...it's just not hard to wonder if he knew they were there and left them.

[fuckingguy]

... Well, what would he do that for? It does not serve his interests to give us information.

[inaclearing]

It might serve them to give us false information.

[It's an idle theory for now; nothing about the tapes seems like it's really that helpful to anyone one way or another. But it's weird, right?]

[fuckingguy]

Shit, good thinking. But that would mean we cannot trust anything we have heard!

[inaclearing]

[He shrugs.]

I could be overthinking it. There's a lot of possibilities - maybe it's real and he just means it as a distraction. Like a pumpkin in a tiger's cage.

[I mean it's definitely been prime Brett enrichment]

[fuckingguy]

[ Nandor nods, continuing a trend of behavior that can only be described as "animatedly making faces as someone else talks", and spends far too long thinking about Brett's final metaphor. ]

So... we are the tigers?

[ OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

[inaclearing]

Yeah, we're the tigers.

[OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]

I am, at least. It's definitely been keeping me busy.

[fuckingguy]

Well, it is better than sitting around with a thumb up your ass. [ ... ] Did I use that right?

[inaclearing]

...sort of wish you hadn't, but yeah.