I have died every day waiting for you

[lovelikeyou]

[That was, in Rose's opinion, even worse than last week. Any loss of life is an awful waste, but for it all to come of some horrible accident...

This week, she doesn't retreat back to her room. She knows now that the people here, or at least enough of them, like to gather after these experiences. Many of the Crystal Gems were the same way; she remembers their post-battle huddles well. It's not a party, really, but...it's good to be together. To have friends around. Maybe, to remember those who were lost.

So this time, she'll go to the cafeteria herself and request some food for everyone. It's just basic snacks, the kind of human food she knows well enough to ask for. There's some hot chocolate provided, too. She definitely knows people enjoy that. It doesn't take too long, since she isn't making most of it, and then she goes to invite everybody she can find.

She doesn't slip any notes underneath doors, for the people she doesn't happen across. Some Crystal Gems didn't join the groups, or maybe did after one battle but not another. Sometimes they wanted to be alone. She never really understood that...but it wasn't her place to tell them otherwise. Weren't they all about freedom?

Everybody probably knows something like this is going to happen again, anyway. It's their choice to come.]

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[nothingcanstop]

...It does. [ Don't think about that. Don't think about being alone. ] It helps more than...than you'd ever think possible. To tell someone what you're feeling and hear a voice back.

[ The art room. Paper, colored pencils, something. Della starts scrounging for it. ]

[philoxenia]

It does.

[ She starts looking, too, and finally she walks over to one of the tables with paper and pencils. ]

Or even... just having a bit of company when you're feeling very low. It's easy to get into your head.

[nothingcanstop]

Any little thing. Like... You're good at drawing. You know, I'm horrible at it?

[ And, she pointedly leans over the table, and starts...presumably drawing something?

But. No. She's not. She's not doing that.

She's writing, in tiny handwriting, blocking most of the view with her body.

They can hear us
But write and show carefully to share information
Destroy it after

I've been doing it with Angel ]

...See? Pretty horrible. Right?

[philoxenia]

It comes with practice.

[ Mira leans over, too, then clears her throat. She's like. Not a great actress. But also, she's trying hard... and this is important, so she hopes desperately that it's convincing. ]

That's not terrible. You just need to work at it, that's all.

[ She'll follow Della's lead.

I used my phone with Birkin at one point. I'm not sure that's able to be tracked.
But pencil and paper are probably the smartest.
Keep a look out for a purple lock, okay?
And I'll investigate if we get another area. ]

See, I started out with little things like... things I saw all around me.

[nothingcanstop]

Maybe. But you should see the doodles I did of my kids several years back. Awful.

[ Now, Della takes to this pretty easily. It's part of...seeing the angles, something she's been told she was good at.

Smart with the phone
Look for a green key too
Try to encourage others to be careful about what they say
If we can all find ways to keep some privacy it'll help ]

I think I see what you mean, though. Maybe a little.

[philoxenia]

Hmmm... We can always draw together. The more you draw, the better you'll be.... and you're pretty determined.

[ She reads the message, then nods. ]

We've certainly got enough supplies.

[nothingcanstop]

...Learn from experience.

[ And with that nod, Della immediately starts scratching off what she's written. ]

We don't have to give up at all this. We don't.