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Is This Where You Wanna Be? Crawling On Your Hands and Knees?
[In a perfect world, Maya would have been able to isolate herself for the rest of the evening. It's not like her to wallow in her feelings, but it's also not like her to be trapped away in a murder school or part of an execution so... not like she has much choice there. Besides, between the influence of Janis, and the sight of her remaining dormmates, it's clear that Maya simply can't... let things go.
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
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I know.
[Plink.]
I've been...trying to think of how to add to the ofrenda. For Connor.
[Had he told Salieri about what it is exactly, yet?]
It's...the memorial he and I built for Mumble and Sissi. I just never thought...
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...what about that purple jacket he made?
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I think that's a really good idea.
[He knows that having objects that represented them in life on the altar is important. Either things they actually owned, or things that would have been important to them.]
He told me it was important to celebrate life, even when somebody dies. So...I want to be able to do that for him.
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If you'd allow, I'd like to help, if I can.
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[Since, you know. Broadhurst is kindof empty, now?
It's depressing.]
...I also thought, maybe...I should do something for the SQUIP. But seperate.
I can't put it on the same ofrenda.
[Even if he pities the program, it still murdered Connor.]
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[He shakes his head a little.]
Maybe it's not something I should even bother spending energy on, but...I don't know.
I don't know how I feel yet.
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Does he mind if Varian leans over and gives him a brief hug? Cause he's going to.
He's been a little more open to doing that with people, lately...maybe because he's realizing how short their time together can be.]
Thank you. I really mean that.
[I want to be able to support you]
...I'll figure something out. Maybe not right now...but eventually. Connor is my priority, first and foremost.
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Of course. [and maybe he just...rests his chin on the top of his head for a moment, until Varian decides to pull back] Whatever you decide, Varian. Just let me know, and I'll be there to assist you.
pardon the little bit of headcanon here bc his mom's never ever mentioned but shh its fine
Feeling. Thinking.]
I've just been thinking...or, trying to think, I guess...of what my Dad would have done if he were here.
I don't remember my Mom...she died when I was really young. But there isn't...really a whole lot of her for me to remember her by, you know? I don't know if it's just a coincidence, or....if Dad couldn't handle seeing it in the house.
But it's sad thinking that way.
this is Headcanon Central rn
I don't have too much to remember my parents by either. Most of it had to be sold off when they died. So I certainly can understand having something to want to remember your Mother by and...wanting to have something to remember the others here as well.
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[They have to remember their number as a whole, how they started. None of them would have killed, accidentally or purposefully, if they weren't being kept here.]
It's kindof a scary thought, that you could be forgotten when you're not here anymore.
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It...truly is. And equally scary, to think that we ourselves could forget.
[he huffs out a small sigh] ...any kind of memorial certainly does aid in remembering, though.
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Yeah...
I guess it's just...nice to have something I can control. It's one of the few things I have control over.
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[He laughs, faintly. It isn't meant to be good, but.]
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[Hm...]
I guess...as long as it's cathartic, huh...
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