Cake is the food that no one has to die for

[solomonjihad]

[...She...she isn't sure what to do. She doesn't get sleep that night. She wanders around, sitting in the tea room, walking the library, trying to figure out what to do with herself. What to do for Natalie. For everyone in general.

Is this how the trials worked? Will they have to deal with another next week? Can she...she condemned Natalie's brother. She'd probably never speak to Astarte again.

This is your fault. Death is more preferable to such shame, isn't it?

As 7 am finally came around, and the kitchen opened, Astarte decides to do something. Hime...had wanted to have cake with everyone. A nobody dying cake. She should try to...try and fulfill that promise.

So, she starts working on a cake, using a recipe from the library's various cookbooks. It won't be as good as Hime's, she knows this. But she has to try. It also isn't going to look great, but...it won't be bad for the taste, right?

Once she's finished, there's a...cake in the dining room, along with some other foodstuffs, and a note that says HELP YOURSELF. There's also Astarte, starting to doze off at the other end of the table, then shaking her head to keep herself awake. Feel free to try and help her stay awake, or not, regardless of what you decide to eat or not eat.]

Comments

[irreprochable]

I...suppose so.

[the law doesnt eat cake........]

[solomonjihad]

[Are you going to deny this face???

The law can have cake!!!]

[irreprochable]

[ok............he will try.....a bite]

[trettende]

[ Well, it's... certainly an attempt at cake. But Hans can imagine what the attempt is for. Hime had baked a cake for his party after all. He'll have a slice-- and hey, at least it tastes pretty good. It's more than he could do, anyway. ]

Is this your first time baking, Astarte?

[solomonjihad]

[Inspector Javert has a bite of cake.

Its very sweet.]

[irreprochable]

She was a good cook.

[ ): bread dad wouldve like this ]

[solomonjihad]

Baking a cake like this...yes.

[She's glad people seem to like it, at least? Even if she's super exhausted.]

[solomonjihad]

...She was. There's no way I--

[>:]

I can only do my best.

[irreprochable]

You don't have to blame yourself.

[solomonjihad]

...Its hard not to. Knowing she's dead...her, and D-ne, and Valjean, and...and Gabriel.

[That it hurts to think they're dead. They're only a few, and Lilith wants her to do the same to...millions. Billions.]

[solomonjihad]

...I'm...all right.

[Trying to keep her eyes open.]

[irreprochable]

We have done all that we can.

[it's a little forced; he blames himself too. he's the inspector, after all. and he cant save the people around him]

[onthebusagain]

[What is with you people and cake. Heather lingers in the doorway- looking like she wants to cry.]


....I don't think I'll ever be able to eat cake again.

[trettende]

It's very good, especially for a first attempt.

[ And the fact that she clearly hasn't slept in a million years. ]

Would you like to bake one for Monday? I was thinking we could still have a party on Monday even with... everything that happened. I'm sure Hime would have wanted that.

[solomonjihad]

...We have to try and do more.

[solomonjihad]

...Heather...

[Oh.]

You don't have to eat it, it's...ok.

[solomonjihad]

...If everyone's...amenable to it on Monday. I can cook one again.

[Yawwwn.]

When is the party?...

[onthebusagain]

Birthday parties are ruined for, like, ever.

[solomonjihad]

...was Halloween someone's birthday?

[NOT HIME'S RIGHT]

[onthebusagain]

Not that I know of.


...I'm tired of everyone I know dying.

[solomonjihad]

...Me too.

[She looks up at Heather.]

I wish we could figure...something out. To really stop what's happening.

[You can't stop such foolish human desires. Don't you understand that? The killings...surely will never end...]

[bestof]

Alright. [She reaches out and takes both of Astarte's hands in hers, giving them a gentle squeeze.] Stay here and I'll make us some.

[solomonjihad]

Thank you. Ah...Eliza.

[That's her name, yes? Because...they barely talked before this. She takes deep breaths, as she waits, pinching herself to stay awake.]

[dechagny]

[...Well. Raoul should probably have some of that for breakfast, seeing as someone clearly worked very hard on making that cake, even if it looks...frightening. And you know, they have been through a complete ordeal in the past couple of days. Cake of any kind would be comforting.

Oh - Astarte's nodding off nearby. Did she make it? She possibly made it. Now Raoul can't pass it up. He cuts two slices, puts one in front of Astarte, and gently shakes her shoulder.]

Miss Astarte - come now, we can't have you getting penalized after going through the trouble to bake for us.

[solomonjihad]

Ah...!

[SHE'S NOT FALLING ASLEEP YOU'RE...oh.]

Viscount...good morning.