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[Well that was.

Something.

Underneath everyone’s door they’ll find a slip of paper, in shaky calligraphy, that reads:

INVITATION

Meet in the Dining Room.

Do not bring alcohol of any sort.

Upon arrival into the Dining Room it’s clear that this is very much...not a party.

The center of the room is cleared of all tables, and instead has all the chairs arranged in a circle, facing inwards. On the tables pushed to the side are jugs of water, cups, plates of saltines, and several hastily-made pamplets that read on the front ”How to cope with Child homicide” that contains an advisory list:

Try not to think about it.
Do not get hysterical.
Crying is permitted, but keep it within a reasonable volume. (For the consideration of fellow mourners)
Maintain civility
Do not plunder the belongings of the deceased.
No drinking or gambling your sorrows away. Set an example.

Standing in front of one of the chairs already is Mr.Arrow. He clears his throat as people start to slowly come in.]

I gathered you all here because I believed it would be conductive to group morale if we all worked through our feelings regarding recent events. Talk about your feelings with one another, but not with me.

[He steps back a little, out of the circle of chairs, in what seems to be an invitation for people to sit down and discuss with one another.]

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[Soos...god, fuck, Soos is just feeling all around terrible. He ended up finding the corpse of a kid he was friends with, then they had to find out what actually happened to him, which happened to be an accident, and they had to send a poor little girl to her death because she just so happen to have caused said accident.

So, it probably not a surprise that he's late to the party, yet again looking like he's been crying for a while. He won't immediately say anything, but eventually he's gonna let out a comment about that pamphlet.]

No one's gonna follow these rules, dude.

[Seriously

Later, he can be found in the kitchen, making...rice. He's moving almost mechanically, finding the already open bag of rice, grabbing the bowl to put it in. If you walk in, don't be surprised if he doesn't immediately notice you.]

It's stupid. Just a dumb adult telling me what to do.

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Definitely sorta dumb. Like this one.

[He points at the second one, about not being hysterical.]

Pretty sure you can't control something like that, to be honest.

Yeah. Everyone should be sad. That sucked major donkey butt.

Agreed. That...that all just sucked completely.

[He's never gonna get rid of the mental image of...that...ever.]

Yeah. Life sucks- but not normally that bad.

It'll get better. It can't get worse than that.

Yeah, I guess that's true. It's...it's definitely impossible for it to get any worse.

[It can't get any worse than a kid getting killed in an accident and another kid being horribly 'executed' just because she sort of caused it.

...oh geez, and he's mostly just talking about himself to a kid that saw all that! Time to try to fix that.]

How are you doing, though? Are you...are you alright?

[He probably already knows the answer, but he feels like he should ask.]

[She shrugs.] I might have said something bad, to Jane, during the trial.

Bad how? Bad like 'I'm going to regret this for the rest of my life' bad or 'Oops, probably shouldn't said that' bad?

[...way to be sensitive, Soos...]

Bad like 'I told a dead girl I'd timetravel and make things okay when I haven't actually pulled that off yet' bad.

Well, don't worry. Mabel and Dipper are friends with this time travel guy called Blinden Blanden that can help! We just need to find him.

[Which, hopefully, won't be too hard.]

At least he tried to do something...

[It wasn't well done, but Mr. Arrow tried]

I can respect that much, I guess.

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Yeah, true. Plus, it's definitely better than what Negaduck did last week.

[There's no foods in jello so it's a huge step up.]

I'd be surprised if nobody brought alcohol of any type just to spite that guy. I admit I would bring some...if these were better times.

[Rémy is not a spiteful person, but Mr. Arrow hurt the very core of Rémy's identity as a person and for that he has some resentment]

I thought I saw Negaduck bring in a bunch a bottles. I'm pretty sure he has a bunch to spare. Good luck getting him to give you any, though.

[Since, you know, he's a dick]

I won't trust anything that guy touched.

[...

looks at the bottle he grabbed

...]

On second thought, yeah, good point there.

[He's just...setting that on the ground now...never gonna touch that again!]

[Good move, buddy]

Besides it's not like he cares about anything happening here. I don't know how he manages to be like that.

[It's disgusting]

That's just how some people are.

[Sadly, this is something he can understand.]

I once knew a guy named Bill that was sorta like him. He'd probably love this place.

[A noticeable chill went down his back. Did ya catch it?]

[Yep, he noticed. Looks like talking about whoever Bill is is not something Soos likes]

I guess I should consider myself lucky I don't know anyone who'd like this place.

[The worst guy was Chef Skinner, but Rémy can't imagine he'd think any of this is okay]

What happened to that Bill guy? If you want to talk about it, it looks like you don't want to.

Bill...I can talk about him. He was demon jerk that tried to destroy the world once, before a couple of friends of mine managed to destroy him.

He was just...really crazy. He ended up turning my Abuelita into a chair once. But it's all fine now.

[...mostly...]

Edited 2018-01-28 06:42 (UTC)

[A demon jerk who tried to destroy the world and turned an old woman into a chair. Rémy's eye twitches for a moment]

...what?

[Sorry, give him a moment. This is a bit too much at once]

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Not with an attitude like that.

[Everyone's so hard on the pamphlets. He tried. Oh my god did he try.]

Dude.

[Well, now he's gonna list off the reasons why some of these rules are bunk. Not all of them, though.]

It's really hard not to think about it, I don't think people can control getting hysterical, or how loud their crying, and I think people should be allowed to drink and stuff if they don't wanna think about everything.

[You did good with two of them, at least.]

[He adopts a defensive tone. It's different to how he usually is when his rules are questioned. A lot more snappy, a little more personal.]

It's simple enough to distract the mind from thinking unpleasant thoughts, Mr. Ramirez. If we avoid that, then we avoid hysteria or emotional outbursts which are not helpful for anyone involved. As long as we maintain order nothing will go wrong.