This is fine. It's fine. We're fine.

[sharpasanarrow]

[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:

1. Try not to think about it.
2. Do not get hysterical.
3. Crying is permitted, but keep it within a reasonable volume. (For the consideration of fellow mourners)
4. Maintain civility
5. Do not plunder the belongings of the deceased.
6. 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.]

Comments

[sorrydoods]

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.

[doopdoll]

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

[sorrydoods]

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

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

[doopdoll]

Yeah. Life sucks- but not normally that bad.

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

[sorrydoods]

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.]

[doopdoll]

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

[sorrydoods]

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...]

[doopdoll]

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

[sorrydoods]

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.]