Case 1 Afterparty

[exequte]

[That had been a lot. That trial had been a lot. But while Akane half feels like she's dreaming, or like she's waking from a nightmare, and though her head hurts from crying, she had made a promise. A part of her takes refuge in that, as though it were a life ring tossed to a drowning man.

Consequently she has retraced her steps, returned to the kitchen that she'd gone to this morning, and is making soup.

Everyone else who is trapped on this ship are free to disseminate as they will, to pursue their own interests or to grieve, but soon enough after anyone who comes into the dining hall or kitchen (and especially you, Hubert, she is finding you and dragging you in if you will not willingly submit) is going to be offered a bowl of soup.

Everybody feel free to join in on the soup party or else set up your own scenarios, I'm not your mom.]

Comments

[exequte]

Couldn't you at least have a little broth? I don't think anyone really feels like eating right now, but we need to keep our strength up....

[She made chicken soup, dad!]

I don't want to make you feel worse but... but it's not good to not eat at all.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[A pause....and then he sighs.]

...Very well, my dear. I'll have a little bit.

[True to his word, he takes the soup and has a few sips, wincing. He'd forgotten how the human body can go 'actually, I'm so hungry that I feel ill', which is why he's so sensitive about it at the moment.]

It's very good, of course.

[exequte]

[She smiles sweetly at him for these efforts and doesn't try to push him to have any more, but instead steps around to hug him.]

Thank you, Daddy. You need to take care of yourself.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[HE'S SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW, FUCK BEING NAUSEOUS. Of course, he quickly sets down the soup and hugs her back, warmly.]

You as well, my dear. You've also a habit of not caring for your health, you know!

[He chuckles, lightly.]