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

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Ah, you're a man of a set schedule.

[He nods, since, well...yeah, that tracks of what he knows of Kira.]

Entirely understandable, then. Early to bed, early to rise, as they say.

[Though he seems a bit chagrined as he mentions the next part.]

Sadly, I often find myself engrossed in reading far past what should be an appropriate sleeping time - I often get to bed at midnight or perhaps a little later than that.