[OPEN!]

[hellpyre]

Who: Rin + open mingling
Open: Open
When: Day 81, late evening after Bon and Rin get back with Tris and Briar
Where: The Bastion, near the Distillery
What: After returning with two new arrivals, Rin decides to break out some food and a table to mingle around so people can get to know each other. Meanwhile she's acting a little... spacier than usual.
Format: action
Warnings: None

[With two more new arrivals to the Bastion, Rin has gone to the trouble of setting up a small table just outside the Distillery kitchen, covered with a cloth and laid out with several different kinds of food.

There's not a lot of variety, since they're still running on finite resources, but there's enough there for everyone to have a good amount of food, especially since their two new survivors are probably hungry.

There's some grilled fish, steamed rice, corn and a few other vegetables and fruits, as well as some various drinks (no Spirits, though) take from the distillery itself.

Hopefully this will prompt a few people to mingle about and get to know their new neighbors.]

Comments

[blackblooded]

[Crona can't move, can't think, can't respond. Maka said cruel things and walked away.

Just like Lady Medusa. Just like Lady Medusa.

This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare.]

[nightchan]

[She hesitates to set a hand on Crona's back, knowing how skittish they were, but in the end she decides to go for it. Her touch is gentle, light.]

Crona...?

[blackblooded]

[The contact is what it takes to snap Crona out of the state of shock, and Crona crumples to the ground, sobbing loudly.]

[nightchan]

[This is the opposite of what she wanted.]

H-Hey! [She sets both hands on their shoulders now, grip still pretty light.] Hey now, it'll be okay... Just tell me what happened, yeah?

[blackblooded]

[Crona can't manage to get words out, just loud broken-sounding sobs.]

[nightchan]

Hey... [Gonna try and help them up. If anything she can try and get them away from the party.] Let's go somewhere else, yeah? It's kinda loud in here for my tastes.

[blackblooded]

[Crona moves without protesting, without even seeming to notice the movement. No thought, no reaction. Just a low, broken sobbing.]