What I want to hear on nights I can't sleep is your voice

[philoxenia]

[ ... Well, that was an absolute shitshow, wasn't it? Instead of dwelling on how she feels about everything that just happened, Mira's channeling that energy into something else--and she has a little bit of help doing it. Zerinda and Ema are here in the bar to make drinks, and Mira's brought in a ton of food that's definitely not healthy for anyone, but screw it, who cares about health right now?

Della's here to pass out invitations, too--they let everyone know there's a gathering in the bar, if they'd rather not be alone.

If you choose not to come, well... Mira's got that taken care of, too. She'll place a little container of cookies and hot cocoa outside your door. Maybe it'll help someone feel a little less alone--at least, that's what she's hoping. ]

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[philoxenia]

Oh-- Shelley.

[ She's quiet for a little while. ]

... I wouldn't be able to fool anyone if I said anything other than "not especially."

[drladysounds]

...maybe it's better to be honest, anyway. Not that I'm that good at consoling people...while we're trapped in here.

[She's lying. Her modus operandi usually would be to take that person to a bar alongside a lot of friends, but 1. people certainly aren't in mood for cheering others up and 2. they can almost see where Seteth was found right from where they are. Not a good thing to have in the backdrop when you're trying to cheer someone up]

What usually gets you cheered up? Just curiosity.

[She's not trying to be banal, she's trying to find ways to give support, really]

[philoxenia]

It's alright. I understand.

[ She pauses. ]

Baking, usually... but that's not an option here. [ Boy, she hates that. ] Having some company helps, too. At least--it helps me feel a little less alone.

[drladysounds]

If only we had a kitchen...

[No way the chef will let them use it. Shelley takes out the device to browse Mira's profile, soon finding it. Maybe her likes will give an idea--oh. Huh. Interesting...

And the dislikes is...they're poignant, and bringing them up seems tasteless, but maybe...]

Usually when I'm sad I mope around and cry until I'm drained, but that's not going to work while we're locked here. Maybe we getting busy together and doing something is a better idea...

[She seems to be floating how willing Mira feels about using work as a way to cope with the unpleasantness of everything]

[philoxenia]

[ She considers that.... and then she nods. ]

Actually... that's not a terrible idea. Maybe not today, or-- tomorrow, [ since we apparently just miss Saturdays entirely ] but maybe on Sunday. I suppose we just need to figure out what. We do have a lot of options, at least.

[drladysounds]

Yes. Today and tomorrow are for coming to terms and also forgetting an entire day, but after that...we have to do something. Anything.

[Hmmmm...]

What kind of art are you good with? I saw you like art.

[philoxenia]

After that...

[ She nods. ]

Oh, mostly painting... but I'm happy to do any kind of art. I'm not so great with clay or sculptures, but, well... No better time to improve, I suppose.

[drladysounds]

I wish I could draw. You don't want to see my drawings, they're not good.

[Hmmm...]

I don't know anything about sculpting, but I think I'd like to try too. These talentless hands should finally gain some skills.

[She's imagining herself with a chisel and hammer, hitting away at a block of marble. Already doing flights of fancy, yup]

[philoxenia]

Hmm... you just haven't found your style. I like to think of it that way. Besides, as long as you're trying, no one can say anything bad about your art.

[ She nods, smiling just slightly. ]

Maybe we can scrounge up some clay and work together. There is a kiln just waiting to be used.

[drladysounds]

That sounds lovely! Watch out, kiln, Shelley Endeavor Winters is coming to give you good use!

[She sounds so excited about that]

[philoxenia]

It won't know what hit it.

[ She lets out a tiny laugh. ]

We could make some plates or mugs... brighten up our meals a little.