Afterparty I: Once Upon a Hotpot Dreary...

[heroicact]

[It's very likely that many want to be alone after all of that (and it was a lot, all of that altogether), but there's also merit in gathering together and rebuilding connections after everything that was upended in something as contentious as a trial in a tree. They even had to all slide down from the heights afterward, unfortunately for those with a fear of heights.

So what Jack sets about doing is simply passing on a message by word of mouth at the bottom of the absurd tree slide, tapping shoulders and nodding at those moving away as well, there will be food and drink and company later on in the lounge should it be needed. No one needs ballroom memories on top of everything else, yes?

And so anyone who comes out of their room will be hit by the wonderful smells of fresh bread and pastries, fragrant whiffs of hotpot (it's unfortunately left over from the other day, but it's hotpot so surely it's fine), the inescapable spices of curry and who knows what else has been thrown together in the moment. Jack certainly isn't the cook here, but he can heat things up in a pinch.

There are no signs or fanfare or decorations, unlike the other day; this is just a gathering place, for those who wish to shake off the weight of the days and lives on their shoulders.]

Comments

[libirdian]

All right.

[ Good, because he doesn't really want to leave the building right now. He just doesn't have enough energy to. ]

Shall we grab some?

[ Or at least bread in general. He'd be fine with that as well. Not like he has much of an appetite anyway. ]

[hellochildren]

I don't see vhy not.

[The parrot flutters into the air, hovering.]

It shoult not be too hard to find.

[libirdian]

Just follow the smell, I guess.

[ He'll follow on foot, book tucked under one wing. At least this feels a lot more normal than the last few hours have been. ]