when your thoughts turn sour make them sweet instead

[sentree]

[ That was...positively horrible? Ugh. After a few hours, notes are slipped under each person's door. They read, in a neat handwriting: ]

Banquet in Vanellope's honor in the dining room.

- Reyna, Sally and Thalia

[ You may not know what to expect when they say banquet, but it...really is one, isn't it? Thalia's main dish is cheeseburgers, so there are so many of those, but the table's positively covered in an arrangement of fruit and vegetables and all kinds of bread. Looks like they've gone all out.

What's really the cream of it all, though, are the desserts. Not a lot that's special, but there's a wide collection of cookies and cupcakes, and enough hot chocolate to feed an army. Maybe literally. There is a section that's particularly fancy, and that's the many candy apples, definitely courtesy of Sally. Along with a cute amount of peppermint bark. It seems like the food is unending, too, since there's the delicatible smell of baking cookies and simmering candy from the kitchen. Thalia and Sally are keeping you stocked, don't worry. ]

Comments

[lusito]

As a matter of fact, yes.

[Just... going to take a casual sip of his drink here like as if this is a discussion about the weather.]

Though, I would have used a different word for that particular game rather than "sick", personally speaking.

[coulombslaw]

I don't see what other word you could use.

[Well, no, there are many other words and Virgil knows it. Disgusting, cruel, synonyms of those words, etc. But still...]

[lusito]

"Unfortunate", perhaps... but also "necessary", depending on who you ask in Shibuya.

[coulombslaw]

['Necessary' is definitely not the word he'd use]

How did it end?

[lusito]

It didn't "end", so much as was "interrupted"... or "terminated", I suppose. Along with everyone and everything in Shibuya, for the time being.

[Joshua tilts his head a little towards where the bios are on display. If Virgil has ever read Josh's, he might remember a little detail about something called "the heartless" destroying his world...]

[coulombslaw]

[Yeah, he didn't understand the implications of that, hah]

Right, your...world was destroyed. I see.

[...]

If you say 'for the time being' then that can be solved, right? Somehow?

[lusito]

Eventually, yes. It was lost to the darkness, but it can be brought back to it's former state again someday with enough light...

[coulombslaw]

[Virgil sticks his hands into his pockets. Light...? He doesn't really understand this, but yeah, if it was lost to the darkness, then it needs light]

Makes sense, I guess.

[But now that you mention bringing it back to its former state]

If your world can be brought back to how it was before, you think it could be done to other stuff too?

[Like a certain little girl's life?]

[lusito]

[... ah]

It can be, yes. Though it can require more unconventional means, depending on their exact state of being.

[coulombslaw]

It could be worth it, unconventional means or not! It...it wouldn't be dangerous, right?

[Bringing back Vanellope in some sort of zombie form would suck]

[lusito]

If done in a careless manner, yes. [But, Joshua smiles.] Luckily, there is someone who knows what they're doing in regards to such matters.

[coulombslaw]

Yeah, we're lucky. You better not let yourself get killed, you hear me?

[And not just because of this! He'd be telling you the same thing even if he didn't know you knew about this kind of thing[

[lusito]

Absolutely not. I've got more important things to do than waste time in the afterlife.

[Hahaha... ha...]

[coulombslaw]

That's what I wanted to hear. [Somehow, hearing Joshua be so clear about not wanting to die makes Virgil a bit more amenable] Besides, since you saw something like this before, then I guess you know a trick or two to survive. You'll be okay.

[lusito]

Indeed. That said, allow me to extend the same request to you as you've given me: it would be disappointing if you allowed yourself to die here as well.

[so try not to do that virgil]

[coulombslaw]

Don't worry about that, I'm pretty good at taking care of myself!

[At least he sounds confident about it]

[lusito]

Is that so? I'll be sure to hold you to that, then.