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

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Belle you're hilarious. He nearly laughs. ]

That thing has to die, Belle.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Leave him alone, Gaston. Or didn't you learn your lesson the first time?

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He just shakes his head, not hearing her pleas at all. ]

You'll thank me for this one day.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Over my dead body.

[Which. Well.]

[athleticallyinclined]

Or his.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Yeah, no, she's. Done. She lets out a frustrated shriek and turns on her heel. He can watch her all she wants, as far as she's concerned. She's over this.]