Love's no good but it sure beats the hurt

[madgiganticfeelings]

[That was... Christine can only call it the most horrible thing she's seen so far, with that familiar dread that says something worse may come. Four people have died. Four friends Christine had trusted in and relied upon. And four more people she cares about have turned into memories and painful reminders of her failure to do anything meaningful here.

And Christine wallows in that. God, does she wallow. But she also knows that those painful ghosts of the people she loved relied on her to keep getting back up when the world knocked her down. And she has to keep going, if only to honour there memories.

The note she slides under each person's door is very simple, the bright orange gel pen somehow seeming duller in the wake of mourning:]

Food is in the dining hall.
Please come have something, or I'll track you down in an hour and force feed you.
If there's anything at all you need, please come talk to me. We shouldn't have to suffer alone.
-Christine

[There's a few dishes Christine knows how to make: lo mein and beef stew, some simple sandwiches as well. There are almond cookies after the more filling foods are prepared.

Off to the side is a plate with a few dumplings and... what looks like mashed turnips? An odd combination, but they were Angus' favourite.

And Christine is true to her word. If you don't come in an hour, she'll find you. In fact, she makes rounds around the opera house pretty much every hour, checking each room, and... maybe singing softly to herself as she goes.]

O god,
I can't stay, I won't stay for things left unseen
I can't stay, I won't stay, this end has no means
I can't stay, I won't stay, you were just a dream
A sweet sweet dream
You were a dream
But not my dream...

[Speaking of dreams, someone should convince her to go to bed.]

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[heathencall]

The feeling is mutual then.

[He looks from horse to girl, girl to horse.]

Not feeling any particular urge to pick up a knife yourself, are you? [Can't trust anyone, not even tiny girls who couldn't possibly be killers] I imagine the horse would be cross if you did.

[recessives]

[ She shakes her head. ]

Who would I be able to take anyway? I was on medicine that stopped muscle gain until a few weeks ago. But no.

[heathencall]

The medicine you're on now could be speeding up the process. Part of the Phantom's game?

[The image of an extremely jacked Shilo is an amusing one. But also he doesn't want to point out that there aren't that many strong people left.

... Not a pleasant thought.]

[recessives]

[ sad laughter (on the part of the player, not shilo) ]

Maybe next time I have to hit someone in the head with a shovel it'll do more than just knock them over.

[ LITTLE KITTEN ARMS....... ]

[heathencall]

When we confront the Phantom, we'll let you have the first strike. Just to see what happens.

[You know, speaking of little kitten arms. He's let octokitten rest for the day but...]

You like animals, don't you?

[recessives]

Alright, just don't expect too much.

[ well that's a question. ]

I like the ones I've met so far.

[heathencall]

[Have to have high hopes in the --

No, never mind.]

I met a creature you might like. Riley was quite taken with it, maybe you would be too? A... cat, mostly. Only... with tentacles and glowing?

[Actually...]

Never mind. Forget I said anything about it.

[recessives]

[ that definitely catches her attention, as local Weird Glowing Bug Liker Official ]

That... sounds really cute?

[heathencall]

[Oh?]

Oh? [A beat.]

Whenever you'd like, then.

[recessives]

[ she nods. ]

Maybe not right this second, but... sometime.

[heathencall]

Good. Whenever you'd like, then. My door is always open.

... Metaphorically, at least.