[X] Gather the kids and put together something for the grieving families, you haven't forgotten about that.
Inventory is definitely on priority list, though. Very Important, but engaging in these little rituals can be what keeps a community together in trying times.
You awake again the next morning, finding yourself just staring at the ceiling. You're not sure why but you run through some old memories as you lay there. Instances of both happiness and sadness run rampant...like that one time you and a group of your friends snuck a bottle of booze away from Nick just to make him run into Emilia. The poor doofus didn't even know where to begin dealing with a girl, and needed help.
Or that time Nick shaved his beard because Eliza kept braiding it. He was a good sport about it for a while, but it's not like you could blame him for having enough of it...though he told the little girl that it was because it was a hot summer that year.
A few more memories and you sigh, eventually moving to sit up and swing your legs out of the bed. Even just placing your feet on the solid ground felt nice. That now very familiar tingling sensation was back to let you know, supposedly, that you were being watched.
"I don't think it's all that interesting watching a guy chill around in bed for a week…" you mutter. You haven't come to the conclusion on if you're actually being watched, but addressing the feeling somehow makes you feel better. It feels strange that you're living with Death himself following you around and watching you. It's even stranger that a part of you is...actually getting used to the idea.
Then you stop. That's right...death. With a sigh, you remember the fallout from your mission. Pangs of guilt drag your spirits down to some dark depths. You got some of your friends and comrades killed, and haven't even been able to do anything for more than a week...or was it two weeks? Yeah. No word from you in two weeks. You needed to fix that right away.
You sigh again as you stretch a little, and open the door to step out. But Eliza and Toby are both playing jacks right there. You make yourself smile a little, "Good morning you two. Wanna help me with a little something?"
And while this has been a short update, you are given an interesting choice.
Who do you want to be now?
[] Nick Falcone
[] Emilia Falcone
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That's right...death. With a sigh, you remember the fall out from your mission. Pangs of guilt drag your spirits down to some dark depths. You got some of your friends and comrads killed, and haven't even been able to do anything for more than a week...or was it two weeks?
You are now one Emilia Falcone. You aren't too far from where your husband went to help Beau's family, relatively anyways. While he did that, you went to the main group to help with the rest of those who returned from the mission. You had been there to watch Beebo and Jackie be taken to be looked at and then...not make it. It was a deep loss amidst the chaos of everyone trying to get ready to deal with the new law. Some people started melting things down to make more bullets...others started drying and canning everything they could.
The household you were in right now could prove to be useful...if the projects here were to be finished but...nothing's been touched since Jackie died. You could almost see a layer of dust beginning to gather, the sight being strange to you because his fiancee, Manami, had always been so sucked up in her latest tech she'd never given it a chance to settle. But now…
You look at the slightly slumped figure sitting on a stool in front of the main workbench. Poor girl must be so lost. You look to where her black hair meets her fair skin, to her eyes. She's not really looking anywhere, and they were slightly puffy. You must have caught her not too long after a bit of crying. For a moment, you imagined what Nick would do if he found you in front of your own collection like this.
[]Books
[]Bottles
With a sigh, you lay a hand on her shoulder. "Manami...come on. How about some food...or a nap?"
She slowly looks at you, and you could tell she was contemplating it. You turn slightly and allow her to see the young man standing behind you, who is also worried for her. She looks, and he nods, holding a bowl of broth and noodles you'd seen him cook up for her. Simple food, but it should do good for her belly. Logan was a good kid, and you were very grateful he was here now and hadn't left already- even though he'd made it known sometime before the incident that he had plans to migrate to another group to learn more about learning in the wilderness.
After a moment, she nods and slowly gets up. You sigh in relief, as you guide her out of the room and into the main house. There was a table there with chairs that had been mis-matched and then modified to look more similar. It was a decent job, but you could still pick out the comfiest one with just a glance. You led her there and sat her down in it, Logan setting the bowl in front of her and quietly sitting on the other side of the table.
What do now?
[] Talk with Logan
[] Talk with Minami
[] Write in
