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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[mouflon]

Trust me, I don't need someone else to tell me that. It's just—

[ whoops another fistful of grass is coming out of the ground and getting chucked at the flowers ]

It pisses me off. She was an idiot, but she wasn't stupid. But the mages in her world—they just wanted to cling to the past, instead of moving forward. She ruined herself for something completely—

Ugh, forget it! She did what she did, and it doesn't matter anymore.

[fivestagegod]

If it didn't matter, you wouldn't be pissed off about it.

[He doesn't sound like he's lecturing her, or judging her for being worked up. It is what it is.]

I didn't see myself in any of the things she was saying, but I did see a friend of mine. The one who died a couple months back, the one it hit differently for. I haven't forgiven him for running off and being a goddamn idiot. It's fine if you don't want to forgive Anna.

[mouflon]

[ She wants to say that she doesn't need to be told that, or that it isn't about forgiving her — but, maybe she does? Maybe it is. It's an odd feeling, not the same as seeing a close comrade cut down, but nothing so detached as losing a mere acquaintance. ]

It's just — she could have been better than that. Why couldn't she understand that?

[ It's... disappointing. ]