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itscurtains2021-06-12 09:21 pm
mayavericks) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-12 09:21 pm
"A Swing and Miss Doesn't Mean it's Game Over"
[Well… All of that sure happened. And while Maya is visibly shaken Sissi's literal dance with death, she’d meant what she’d said to the others -- she would protect them. At that moment, it meant voting and making the “right” decision. Now, though? It means ensuring that no one feels alone, and that everyone has a good meal in them.
She’s not Nana Daiba, however, she certainly can’t do this alone. But she does have the resourcefulness and authoritative disposition to to recruit allies. Discord is sure to be… mostly unbothered by everything that’s happened, and Spongebob will likely be eager to help. She approaches both men: one is asked nicely; The other is grabbed by the collar and dragged from whatever hole he’s locked himself in. Sorry Discord.
For Maya's part, several potato dishes are prepared (can you tell someone has a bias). And while she doesn’t have the resources to make baumkuchen, Maya does manage to produce a cake, as well as… muffins? They’re not… quite how she remembers Nana making them, but she can at least recall how hearty the food had felt, and how it had restored her energy on long days.
It’s a pleasant memory, even if it does make her a touch melancholy.
Nevertheless, the food is laid out in the kitchen, as are a number of pies that Maya has uncovered. She even tucks a few bottles of wine in a corner for the adults that might like it. This is in addition to the mead apparently brought by Salieri. Look she’s not a fan of having alcohol but… she can’t tell the adults no.
But hey, courtesy of Benjamin, there is even some cocoa. It doesn’t start off spiked but… you know. Thanks to Spongebob there are, well… Angry Patties? It’s fine. Even Discord managed to contribute some pies and tea, as well as being bossed around to do the grunt work in the kitchen. There’s also that inexplicable pizza? Huh, that’s weird.
Eventually the group goes around extending invitations to the dorms, knocking on doors and explaining what’s been set up. No one will be forced to go, just… strongly encouraged. Maya herself will even duck into the principal’s office and, if she’s there, invite Hester.
She seemed just as upset as the rest of them.]
She’s not Nana Daiba, however, she certainly can’t do this alone. But she does have the resourcefulness and authoritative disposition to to recruit allies. Discord is sure to be… mostly unbothered by everything that’s happened, and Spongebob will likely be eager to help. She approaches both men: one is asked nicely; The other is grabbed by the collar and dragged from whatever hole he’s locked himself in. Sorry Discord.
For Maya's part, several potato dishes are prepared (can you tell someone has a bias). And while she doesn’t have the resources to make baumkuchen, Maya does manage to produce a cake, as well as… muffins? They’re not… quite how she remembers Nana making them, but she can at least recall how hearty the food had felt, and how it had restored her energy on long days.
It’s a pleasant memory, even if it does make her a touch melancholy.
Nevertheless, the food is laid out in the kitchen, as are a number of pies that Maya has uncovered. She even tucks a few bottles of wine in a corner for the adults that might like it. This is in addition to the mead apparently brought by Salieri. Look she’s not a fan of having alcohol but… she can’t tell the adults no.
But hey, courtesy of Benjamin, there is even some cocoa. It doesn’t start off spiked but… you know. Thanks to Spongebob there are, well… Angry Patties? It’s fine. Even Discord managed to contribute some pies and tea, as well as being bossed around to do the grunt work in the kitchen. There’s also that inexplicable pizza? Huh, that’s weird.
Eventually the group goes around extending invitations to the dorms, knocking on doors and explaining what’s been set up. No one will be forced to go, just… strongly encouraged. Maya herself will even duck into the principal’s office and, if she’s there, invite Hester.
She seemed just as upset as the rest of them.]
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I'll help you build it.
[He can't do the, like, grief thing. It's simply not his forte and he doesn't want to try when it's so unnatural and forced for him, but... he can promise to not forget. Promise to build a better tomorrow.]
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Instead, he looks up at the paper, crumpled and crude, but. The idea is there.]
...thank you. I...I've only ever seen penguins in books, but...I did my best.
[Maybe Connor has a better mental memory of them to make sure it's as accurate as it can be.]
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[He grabs one of the pieces of paper off the floor and flips it over, pulling the pencil from behind his ear and sketching a penguin. It's fatter than Varian's sketch, and he's added a little baby penguin, just because.]
Like this.
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...that's perfect.
[He's already trying to decide what to make it out of. Probably metal, mostly...it would look more like a penguin that way.]
I know it's...probably sad to keep something like this in our room, but. I think it's important.
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[No one deserves to be forgotten
No one deserves to fade away]
..... there's this holiday where I'm from, Día de los Muertos. You build an altar to the deceased called an ofrenda, helping to guide their spirit home. This could be that.
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You know, I...I was actually kindof worried...about where they might be.
[Because Varian...he's not sure he had anything in particular he believed in, before. He's focused always on science and logic, so of course that would apply to the afterlife.
He's only realizing now how dismal that makes him feel.]
I'd feel better knowing that we helped guide them someplace safe.
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[He thought it was weird how Miguel could so steadfastly believe in things he couldn't quantify. Now, though? Now, he kind of gets it.]
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I want to remember Mumble and Sissi as they were. Even if we only knew them for a little while...
[He doesn't want to think about how Mumble's frozen corpse was found, even though he didn't see it for himself. Or Sissi's body as she slumped lifeless to the stage floor, her neck snapped.]
They were both good people. ...penguins. [One of them was a penguin.] But they were some of the most...optimistic of us too. Sissi kept telling me over and over that things have to be okay, that we'd get out of here, or her husband would surely come to rescue her...
[It's heartbreaking, thinking back now.]
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[He shrugs. Again, the grief's not really his forte and he just can't... do that? It's not really that he doesn't feel emotions, mostly just that they make him uncomfortable and, uh. He doesn't know how to deal with them. Can't really imagine why being raised to feel like all his emotions are an inconvenience to other people might make him bad at dealing with them.]
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Not great. It isn't great.]
I think we will be. It's going to be hard, but...our group seems pretty tenacious. I can't imagine a lot of us going down without a fight.
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Even when the dark comes crashing through
if you have a friend to carry you
though you're broken on the ground
Courage abounds
R Im sad
The words are encouraging. It's a side of Connor Varian hasn't seen before, and it's one he won't soon forget.]
...thank you, Connor.
:)
['cause he's 100% sure this? This is all going to happen again.]
C'mon. Maya made a bunch of potato shit and Spongebob made Krabby Patties.
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It is what it is.]
I'm glad somebody's keeping up with that...I wasn't even planning on eating anything today otherwise.
[Kindof hard when you just watched a poor woman be executed.]
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[That last little "yeah" is just...sighed out.]
Let's go.