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

[bolderfell]

Probably not. It was the kind of thing she saw as getting in her way. But maybe I could've been better prepared.

[valentinus]

Maybe.

[ Beat. ]

...Though, it seems difficult to be really prepared for what people can do under pressure.

[bolderfell]

That's true. Hard to prepare for what people will ever do, really. There's a lot we keep wrapped up, even from the ones we feel closest to.

[valentinus]

There is. Even if it's part of being an individual, we've our own reasons for it.