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. ]

Comments

[didntgetdadslooks]

Yeah, I guess so.

[ She looks up at the ceiling. ]

With any luck you'll be able to check it against the real thing sooner rather than later.

[bolderfell]

[Oh? He's exhausted, every week more so, but he still manages a cocky little smile.]

...Lucky for all of us, I'm very good at making my luck.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ We're all very tired here, don't worry, buddy. ]

I guess everyone here's gonna have to count on you for that, then.

[bolderfell]

[He buries his nose in his scarf, breathes into the discomfort of it all, and nods.]

Guess so.

[After all, he can't let another thief keep taking away what he's found here of worth.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ what the fuck that's sweet as hell ]

Luck's a really important thing to be able to bring to the table in a situation like this.

[bolderfell]

Wonder if lucky things from my world are the same as yours... What sort of superstitions do you follow?

[didntgetdadslooks]

Uh...

[ She thinks for a second. ]

I've never really been a superstitions person, but... rabbit's feet are supposed to be lucky, so are four-leaf clovers...

[bolderfell]

Four-leaf clovers... Maybe some of those grow in here.

[He's not going to look right now, but maybe later, if he's bored.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Maybe. It's really a matter of luck finding them, though - most clovers have three leaves.

[bolderfell]

My eyes are even better than my luck, most of the time.

[didntgetdadslooks]

I guess so. Then if you get a second, can't hurt to give looking for one a shot.