Post Crossing Meeting

[knockingatthedoor]

WHO: Kel and anyone who wants to discuss The Crossing
WHAT: Second 'Town Meeting'
WHERE: Oasis
WHEN: A bit after the crossing, when everyone has time to calm down and breathe.
WARNINGS Talks of death, definitely, mention of blood and wounds, other CWs to be added.

[Kel has seen people scatter around and, despite still acting like a foolish fool around Mari and Sunny... he is doing his best to try to coordinate things as he can. Armed with a set bright of pink pencils, definitely merchandise of the Sweetheart brand from his place, he prepared a whole wall in one of the shelters to work as a rough chalkboard and, written on it, there are his few observations from staying behind.

- Nothing beside the wraiths did show up. What are we running from?
- Ferryman honest or not?
- When you don't pay the tool, you may still lose memories
- Our bodies can get hurt as if we're still alive.
- Discussion About Crossing from both sides?

It's not much but try to get stuff to appear properly on a blank wall when all you have is a bunch of pencils that don't even write that well. He's trying, though, he really is. A message is sent out to everyone after he's done gathering enough pillows for everyone to sit in, inviting people to come and share experiences, and... that's all. He did, at least, prepare water for everyone to drink.... it's somethin, right?

"Why, thank you for coming! Take a seat, mingle and let's get down to businesses!"

OOC: This is a mingle thread. Feel free to interact with each other and have discussions about things. The 'chalkboard' will be updated if anything is brought up to Kel's attention, I'll leave an open post for that.

Comments

Craughing

[urtitan]

[He really said it?! (Why is she surprised!!)]

We have a lot of time here..! I'm sure he wouldn't mind!

[She can't help but feel like she's giving him bad advice, akin to telling a drug addict to take more of it... but can one overdose on hope? (Frankly, he seems to long have overdosed on his particular idea of it - but Makoto's has always felt right to her!)]

[blindluck]

Ah, do you think...? Since we are dead... [Dare he consider it? It feels illegal.] But--no. There are other people here who need his hope, and if he tried to go around inspiring people with me attached to his hand, I'm sure I'd taint it somehow. It's fine, I can endure this much to make sure he spreads the most hope possible!

[urtitan]

[Why is his reaction making her feel like she suggested something really scandalous?!]

You can spend time with him when he isn't attending to others!

[Why is she talking like Makoto is the village therapist, now... between Thara for the group's spiritual needs, Daniil for the physical (which barely even still applies, does it?), and Makoto for the morale, they seem to have their trinity!]

[blindluck]

Spending time alone with him, keeping all his attention to myself--surely a building would have to collapse for me to be that lucky! [Never mind that he's already spent time alone with Makoto, like when Makoto dragged him back out of the desert, or when Makoto dragged him through part of the Crossing.]

[urtitan]

[There he goes again with his idea of luck coming at a price and having to be balanced out by misfortune... she's sorely tempted to challenge that very philosophy, and just barely manages to hold her tongue. She mustn't confront him about that right here and now with everyone assembled. Once again, that uncharasteristic sarcasm comes out.]

Fortunately, there are no buildings around here, and nothing else that could fall on you either.

[Unless he heads back to the cliffs they came from, or one of the oasis' few trees topples onto him - but what are the chances?]

Excuse me, now.

[If she doesn't extricate herself, she may just give in!]

[blindluck]

Well, there are the shelters. Naegi-sama has luck, too, so he would probably be fine, but it's still really rude to drop the roof on someone's head, and-- [Oh, does Frieda have something else to do? That happens a lot when people talk to him. It's probably something he said, but he's said a lot of things, so he really has no idea what it was.] Ah, alright. I'll talk to you later, Frieda-san.

[urtitan]

[I'll talk to you later alright. She gives him a wave, along with a lopsided smile, before she heads outside for a breath of fresh air (for a given measure of "fresh", given the environment).

She feels bad, she really does - it's not his fault that he's like this; it's just how he copes -, but hell if he doesn't bring out the worst in her!]