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

[ladygeryon]

[A quiet nod, from Nira.] Yeah...don't think I'm gonna bring it up as an idea at the next meeting though.

[Can you imagine what some of the people here would say about that?]

[nothingcanstop]

It sounds a lot more like a...personal project, rather than something everyone would want to collaborate on. ...But, maybe if you put a sign by the memorial?

[ladygeryon]

Maybe. That sounds like a better way to suggest it to everyone.

[nothingcanstop]

Yeah. That way some people can just ignore it.

[ladygeryon]

[A quiet nod, before Nira stands up again.] I'm going to get some more food. You want anything?

[nothingcanstop]

I...think I'm good. I helped a lot with taste-testing.

[ladygeryon]

Got it. I'll...talk to you later, then? [She's still so tired and part of her just wants to go to bed.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ She nods. ]

...Take care of yourself, Nira.

[ladygeryon]

[A faint smile.] You too, Della.