[ YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE I RETURNED HOME AND HAVE RAID THAT WE WILL NOT HAVE CHURCH
In honor of the reverse baptism, we have returned to the single tree by the humble park, too small for Livio to personally enjoy. Here, we place for you, our Father, four more branch crosses for our recently fallen. May you ferry these wayward souls to Heaven or the Under-underground, for fuck them all for leaving us in the living where we suffer W6 and possibly endgame.
Lord Almighty, we thirst for the graveyard just as much as those gone. Bless us, your soldiers and followers, with more than tantalizing ice cream. May we go out dramatically in a blaze of glory or clownery. Amen.
All of the crosses will be freshened up with new flowers. Today, during this gathering, there is ice cream provided from the cafeteria. Vash has ferried a number of individual containers for us to all be sad and binge eat. ]
[ nahri is getting so sick and full of ice cream but it's so good she can't help herself.
but first: her own little ritual. it's more advanced this week! she has a collection of small flowers and folded up notes along with them. and she's going to set them on fire with her gifted lighter, so wolfwood gets to be unbothered this weekend. she's a small distance away so everything can burn safely on the pavement, not putting people or crosses at risk.
and when that is done and everything has been burned away, she will gorge herself on ice cream. ]
[I do not know why you would want this much depression but sure, he'll be here if someone comes along to fetch him. He doesn't bring anything today, though, and he mostly just sits quietly off to the side.
But hey, at least he's not crying! Or drinking. (For now.)]
[ me, extremely derailed. anyway it's fine he's here because he was once again asked to but he does kind of keep even more to himself than usual.
unfortunately, he's busy digging in the dirt to bury what appear to be more napkins? and also spooning a few bites of ice cream into these holes. we all grieve and honor in different ways, it's fine. ]
[ digging...and slowly patching up these dirt piles and laying a few flower petals on them. this is truly not helpful to anybody, but he does slowly wave when he notices he's being watched? does he explain what he's doing? no. he is simply waving. ]
W5 : SUNDAY
In honor of the reverse baptism, we have returned to the single tree by the humble park, too small for Livio to personally enjoy. Here, we place for you, our Father, four more branch crosses for our recently fallen. May you ferry these wayward souls to Heaven or the Under-underground, for fuck them all for leaving us in the living where we suffer W6 and possibly endgame.
Lord Almighty, we thirst for the graveyard just as much as those gone. Bless us, your soldiers and followers, with more than tantalizing ice cream. May we go out dramatically in a blaze of glory or clownery. Amen.
All of the crosses will be freshened up with new flowers. Today, during this gathering, there is ice cream provided from the cafeteria. Vash has ferried a number of individual containers for us to all be sad and binge eat. ]
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but first: her own little ritual. it's more advanced this week! she has a collection of small flowers and folded up notes along with them. and she's going to set them on fire with her gifted lighter, so wolfwood gets to be unbothered this weekend. she's a small distance away so everything can burn safely on the pavement, not putting people or crosses at risk.
and when that is done and everything has been burned away, she will gorge herself on ice cream. ]
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But understandable, live your best ice cream life girl. ]
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I guess on this Sunday we are all Ruby's favorites.
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Makes you wonder what's going to happen next.
[ good things out of nowhere is a big red flag but.................. ice cream ]
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Whatever happens, we're going to go through this together.
[ Maybe not them three, maybe not all people in this prayer circle, but whoever is left. It may not be comforting enough, but it's an attempt. ]
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But hey, at least he's not crying! Or drinking. (For now.)]
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[ Just trying to make conversation while they hold ice cream. ]
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unfortunately, he's busy digging in the dirt to bury what appear to be more napkins? and also spooning a few bites of ice cream into these holes. we all grieve and honor in different ways, it's fine. ]
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Can I ask what you're doing?
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but he notices vash watching and looks out of the corner of his eye. ]
Did you take all of these from the cafeteria?
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[ ice cream funeral ]
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Wow, this is good! No wonder only Ruby's favorites get it....
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[ He says, eating ice cream. ]
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You're so sweet I can almost kiss you.
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