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. ]

Comments

[gangrene]

--Yeah, sure, I'll take it.

[ reaches out to take the mug ] Thanks.

[nothingcanstop]

You're welcome. I figured, even if you weren't feeling...you know, company, a nice warm drink would be good to offer.

[gangrene]

--I appreciate it. It's been rough for a while.

[nothingcanstop]

Yeah, I can... I can imagine. [ He was so upset, with Damien, so... ] If you need anything, or...someone to talk to, let me know, okay?

[gangrene]

--Thanks, I appreciate it.

[nothingcanstop]

Oh, I actually-- [ Della starts to turn around for a moment, but then stops. ] There was a...something I got the other day, I...sort of thought of- well... Damien. I wanted to know if you'd want it...?

[gangrene]

[ what perks his interest ] What'd ya get?

[nothingcanstop]

It was, uh... I don't know if it was his, but- there was this little coffin-shaped thing, with wigs? I didn't think too much of it, but the bat-shaped brush inside, and the mirror... It got me thinking.

[gangrene]

--Could I see it?

[nothingcanstop]

Of course. I've got it in my room, so... I can go get it, or if you want to follow...?

[gangrene]

I can come with you, yeah.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Then, alright, let's head to Della's room! ...Please mind the mild mess, she kind of sorts things in piles and there's no way to tell what the criteria is, for any of that sorting.

But, on her nightstand is what she described, a cute little coffin, with a bunch of wigs inside. ]

Here you go.

[gangrene]

[ slowly takes it into his hand and pauses ]

I... yeah.

Yeah, it's his.

[nothingcanstop]

...I'm sorry, Brian.

[ What else is there to really say? ]