hey mom, dead mom, i need a little help here

[nothingcanstop]

[ ...All of that happened, huh. That's the sentiment each and every week, and it's no different this time. Except, this time they've lost more people than before. Five.

The gathering invitation is slipped under everyone's doors, but it specifies something a little different. ]



[ That's a good two hours or so of difference. Enough time to wander around, for sure.

But, in the garden, at the appointed time, there's a variable arrangement of fresh-cooked food. A good amount of beef stew, some Chinese hot pot, and...watermelon? Just, an absurd amount of watermelon, cut up and set on plates. All the food's set on tables that seem to have been moved from the library, and the ground is littered with blankets, for those who don't want to sit on the grass.

And yes, she did not lie. There is, indeed, a variable fuckton of alcohol. (And coffee, for our underaged.)

This has become routine. But, we're still here. We're still alive. ]

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[bogwife]

Memorial garlands. [She holds up the one she's working on in all it's pink glory. The roses are being particularly difficult and she's pricked herself several times trying to get them to cooperate.] Mia and I made it our project to put them on all the dead people's doors so...I thought I'd work on these for Rose and Anna.

[nothingcanstop]

[ She thinks to ask for a moment, but-- no, there's only one person Mia could be. ]

That was you guys? They're really nice. [ ... ] Are you trying to do them for everyone?

[bogwife]

Mmhm, half of them at least. I made more before but they...sort of wilted before I got them put up. [See: she got distracted halfway through finishing them and forgot about them until it was too late. She looks a little embarrassed to admit it.] I need to pick out new flowers for Alice and Piers too while I'm at it.

[nothingcanstop]

I...could probably help with something, if you showed me how. I'm better with my hands than I am an oven. ...But, I don't really know a lot about what each flower means.

[bogwife]

I'd love it if you'd help! I...might have read the flower meaning book Mia found front to back in a night so I can help there. [Sometimes you just can't sleep, read a whole book on flowers and lose half a Monday.]

Let's start with...Piers. What are some feelings that come up when you think of him? Or even just colors and we can work from there.

[nothingcanstop]

[ You know, we've all been there before. ]

Uh... Well, black and white because of his hair. But...he was a rebel, so, proud, because...I like that kind of thing. Maybe... What kinds of feelings I feel specifically?

[bogwife]

It can be specific, or just your feelings surrounding...you know, what happened. [She turns her gaze to the garden, squinting at it while she things.] For pride...white amaryllis and I think there are some black irsies mixed in there. That'd look lovely, I think.

[nothingcanstop]

...Ask Nira for some suggestions, if you need more. She was close to Piers.

For Alice...exuberance. Excitement. ...Dedication.