"A Swing and Miss Doesn't Mean it's Game Over"

[mayavericks]

[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.]

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[brokeforgood]

[His question's probably answered by her reaction when he comes back-- She manages to sit up (barely) and beams at him.]

Holy shi-- you're so nice! [She'd normally resist any attempts at trying to sober her up, but how can you say no to a muffin?] I thought you were gonna yell at me or somethin', but-- [Whoa. Is it possible to fall sitting? If so, Farrah just almost did it, but she makes grabby hands at the muffin--- dear lord, farrah, chew the muffin, don't just eat it whole.] Mmmff--

[tellthestory]

Why would I yell at you?

[The Balladeer's reasonably modern; he understands that she's really too young to be drinking like this. But what is he, the cops? If he yelled at her, she'd just be drunk and probably still by herself on the floor.]

Here... [He'll drape the blanket around her shoulders.] Ha - drink some water, you're gonna choke.

[brokeforgood]

Cuz I'm drunk? [She asks, her voice dramatically flatter-- but oh, there's blanket and water, and Farrah's easily distracted at this point. She takes a good chug of water, but not too much-- she really doesn't want to get sick here and now. She sets it aside, then flops down with the blankets around her shoulders, just barely avoiding knocking the water over.]

Buuuuut I have a pretty good excuse tonight, right? That was some fucked up shit!

[tellthestory]

Well, you're not gonna sober up from yelling.

[Honestly, he's not even sure he's ever yelled at anyone? Not really. Lyrically dragging assassins is different.]

And...yeah. It was. [He sits on the ground next to her again, cross-legged and leaning back on his arms.] I can't blame you. Hell, Spongebob got drunk tonight, somehow.

[brokeforgood]

And if Spongebob does it, it's okay. [ She says it wisely, as if it's law.]

Gotta tell you, was not ready to see that guy cry today.

[tellthestory]

Heh. Seems like an okay rule.

[Spongebob being Spongebob, and all. But the Balladeer sobers pretty quickly.]

No. Me neither. I wish...he hadn't been the first one there. He didn't need that - nobody did, but him of all people.

[brokeforgood]

Yeah. Normally when he cries, it's because of something kind of funny, but this-- [Farrah can't think about it. She doesn't want to. So she lets out a groan.]

's places so fucked up. I'd rather be in a real juvie.

[tellthestory]

At least then it wouldn't be some big game.

[He nods; that makes sense. Juvie sounds bad, but are they pitting the kids against one another in weird murder tournaments? Probably no!

Still. Did Farrah even do anything wrong? Sure, he gets that the teen drinking isn't great, but he wouldn't have thought it was something that warrants kid jail. Maybe his perspective's a little muddled; god knows he's from several time periods and none all at once, sort of.]

...would they really just...send you somewhere like that? Just because?