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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[madgiganticfeelings]

[She places a few cookies on Shilo's plate, nibbling at her own. Even if she's not really hungry, it seems in poor taste to not have a bite of her own food.

She... doesn't know what to talk about. The one thing she'd have to say would be about the trial, but crying isn't something she should be doing, either.]

I, um, hope you're not allergic to nuts? They're my favourite, but I probably should have made something more accessible.

[recessives]

[ She shakes her head. ]

Nope, no allergies. I wouldn't eat them if I was, don't worry.

[madgiganticfeelings]

I'm glad to hear that! Um, these are kind of my favourite, so...

What about you? Do you have a favourite?

[recessives]

[ She sort of. Frowns a little, in thought. ]

I... didn't get a lot of cookies growing up. But I like everything I've had here so far.

[madgiganticfeelings]

Oh, really? That's a shame. I guess we should really try making more then. Was it just that your parents didn't do a lot of cooking?

[recessives]

My dad... is good at a lot of things, but cooking isn't one of them. Lots of sandwiches.

[madgiganticfeelings]

That's probably pretty boring. Did you ever get to eat out at a restaurant or something?

[recessives]

Not... really.

[ Oh, they haven't really talked much, have they? ]

I'm not allowed to leave the house. I'm sick.

[madgiganticfeelings]

[They really haven't. Partly because Christine was trying not to make her uncomfortable... and partly because she had been hoping she wasn't actually the Shilo she had heard the stories about. Looks like that's unfortunately not the case.]

I'm... I'm sorry about that. You look, um, better, since coming here?