Afterparty

[latinumsbetter]

[After the execution finishes and the culprit is once more dragged down into the Earth (he watches Snow be dragged down, with a pursed-lips look), and Typhon gives his goodbye, Quark doesn't wait in the silence this time. Instead, he says, arms folded:]

Well, since we're all doomed--[sarcasm, dry and acrid, edging a black humor]--then no better time to get a drink.

The bar’ll be open. Even if you don't eat or drink, stop in. [That's said with a side-glance at Leb. He then turns to look at Ferdinand, Aoi, Ranma, Cerejeira, and Vanity.] Ferdinand, you're gonna help me set up. Cerejeira, Aoi, you're behind the bar. Ranma you're in the kitchen. Vanity, if you've got more of that coffee, we could use it. Let's go.

[and he turns and walks out of the Arena. So...post trial, the Eatery’s been moved into bar configuration. There's a few more faces behind the bar again. Once again, there’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There are some dishes, light but filling for those that don't want to eat much, courtesy of Ranma.

Cerejeira, Aoi and Quark are behind the bar, the latter watching the other two like a hawk and teaching and helping when he needs to. They're all there to serve drinks, however. And Ferdinand? He's been relegated to the Dabo table. Maybe the first couple buttons of his shirt has been unbuttoned. He's paying off his tab!

The door is open.]

Comments

[latinumsbetter]

Do we have any proof at all that he has that power?

[murchada]

I... don't know. What he does to the people we voted for... it's a spectacle. Maybe it's all he can do, or maybe it would be child's play to do it to all of us.

[latinumsbetter]

We don't even know what happens to those people. If they even die.

1/2

[murchada]

...

2/2

[murchada]

You think... they might still be alive...?

[it feels so childish

how hopeful she sounds]

[latinumsbetter]

I've been calling this guy a conman for a couple weeks now. He's got no proof he can follow through with any of his threats and promises. It's possible this is one more act of theater.

[murchada]

...Smoke and mirrors.

[it all looks frightening enough. it would be easy to fool them all, scared and upset as most of them are.

some of the chill fades.]

That's...

Maybe.

[she's trying to wrap her head around it.]

[latinumsbetter]

We need to see if we can find out more. Athena told Aoi we needed to get down to the center. Maybe that's where they're being taken?

[murchada]

Yeah, I don't know... Maybe.

Maybe Omega can blow up a path there, or something.

[latinumsbetter]

It'd be something. Aoi wanted to build a drill. [the corner of his mouth curls a bit] I told her that wasn't too likely, but maybe we could find something different.

[murchada]

...Worth a shot. Better than sitting and waiting for the next person to decide we may as well all die.

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah. At least we'll be making some progress this way.

[murchada]

Mm.

[she feels even more stupid now, though. look at her, making a spectacle of herself. ugh...]

[latinumsbetter]

[he squeezes her shoulder]

C'mon. Ranma made some kinda okonama...something. Anyway, it's good, and you'll miss out if you stay out here.

[murchada]

Mm. Not sure I feel like okonomiyaki, but... I can come back inside, I guess.

[latinumsbetter]

It's a start. It'll warm you up, at least.

[he pushes to his feet, offering her a hand]