Week 2 - after trial

[relieable]

[everyone is probably more than a little stunned over what has been going on. while it is true that the Sergeant told them all this would happen, it's different to have to witness it with one's own eyes. while Nine is led away, and the townspeople leave the court, it is up to the visitors to decide how to move forward. do they talk among themselves? do they reflect on the events that took place alone? one thing that is certain is that the Sergeant got his way this week. will he continue to force them to keep picking each other off in the weeks that come? only time will tell.

this isn't really an after party. it's too sad, but perhaps many people will take comfort in the fact that they are not alone. either mingle at the motel, or somewhere else in town, or even visit Nine in his cell. it's up to you as to how you will spend the rest of this afternoon]

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[doublelammy]

[The worst thing is that she wants to believe him.

She's talked enough with others tonight to know how she feels about this whole situation, or at least to have a better grasp on how to reconcile what Nine did with... well, Nine. And at the end of the day, it's Nine that wins out.

She doesn't want him to die, either. And she knows already that she won't be there to make him any less alone come morning, because she can't. Not again, not so soon.]

...Yeah.

[And that only makes it hurt worse, really, that she knows exactly what he means. If she was family, then why wasn't that enough?

But it's not like it was enough with Crow, either, and those words stay locked within her.]

...o-okay. [She swallows hard, moving her hand to tighten around Nine's as he grips the bar.] ...Let's make that our promise, then.

We'll see each other again, and do fun things again. Even if... even if it's not in this lifetime. That's a thing people believe in, right?

[linearcrash]

[ It's something they did. After a long cry, they talked about tomorrow and what they could do. It's something he held on to during their last moments as they all held hands and waited..

Well then, let's think about what comes next...

A tomorrow, huh. Another life... ]

Yeah, yeah we will. I mean, we already met this one time, right? That alone is something special. We'll meet again, yo. It's a promise.

[ He moves his other hand to rest over hers. It's a hand sandwich. ]

[doublelammy]

[...y-yeah, well. Maybe she'll just put her other hand over his other hand! Double hand sandwich!]

...Roger. [And she manages a teary-eyed smile.] Bye-bye, Nine. 'Til I see you again...

Thanks for everything.