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

[urtitan]

[His take-away from her admonishment impresses her: Rather than acknowledge that he took on too much, he simply resolves to grow strong enough to fulfill his self-chosen duty here in the afterlife. Seeing that for her, that option is out of reach - after all, her people aren't here with her - fills her with envy for a moment, but at his kind words, she lowers her eyes, humbled.]

Thank you. But...

["I'm not a good person", she wants to correct, but wouldn't that be a slap in the faces of Sunny and Mari and everyone else who learned of her horrible secret and still kept seeing the good in her, focusing on her intent rather than the outcome that had already been set in stone a century ago? She sadly shakes her head.]

My ambition is forever out of reach now. So instead, let me support yours. I'll help you look out for Mari and Sunny, if you allow. You're right - they're still here for you to protect. All is not lost.

[Not yet, in any case. It is as Kel said: Who knows how long their memories will remain? But perhaps they'd still support and protect each other if they all became strangers. After all, that was the situation for most of them here from the outset.]

[knockingatthedoor]

[What should he even do? There's nothing impressive there, if you ask him: he messed up, he wasn't good enough, but crying over it instead of just trying to be better... it wouldn't help anyone. She's the one who knows how they died and he will probably not share it again unless something forces him to.

Instead he steps closer, bringing his hands to her shoulders should she allow the contact.]

Then build new ones. I know we're in a difficult situation, but where a dream ends, we can build another if the old one is unreachable, right? [Too positive? too much. he knows that. But he's trying his best and he can't sound too smart.] I'm sorry your ambitions are out of reach now, but I'm certain your efforts were not for naugh. For what it's worth... thank you for trying your best.

[He knows nothing of titans or such, but he has the most positive impression of her and... he would rather *not* dimish her efforts. that being said, perhaps he can give her some extra motivation by accepting her help in this?]

Well- [A wink and a smile as he forces his own distress down.] I would love to have a person like you 'on the case' so to speak. I'm not... good at protecting them. The fact they're here is proof of that. But... I'm at least good at working with other people.

[urtitan]

[His hands on her shoulders are comforting, but his words, encouraging as they're meant to be, make her lower her head. What dream could live up to the one she dreamed as a child, the one of freedom for her people?

When he expresses his certainty that she did her best, she shakes her head. Her efforts were for naught - that's what makes it so crushing, the knowledge that nothing changed during her reign and nothing will change now, after her death, because one of her siblings is sure to have succeeded her and fallen to their ancestor's vow just as she did. (Of course, that delusion is still easier to stomach than the now-forgotten truth.)]

I can't build a new dream so easily, not on the ruins of the last one. It was a big dream, you know? A dream for a whole nation. So for now, just let me support you.

[Soft as her voice is, she realises that her rejection of his encouragement must be dismaying. Alas, right now, she can't offer him more.]