come out of hiding, i'm right here beside you

[barehands]

[A while after the execution has ended, everyone will find a simple note slipped under their door.]

If you don't want to be alone after everything that's happening, some of us will be in the dining room. Even if you decide not to come, please remember that you aren't alone here.

[The note isn't signed, but the handwriting is feminine and neat.

For anyone who decides to come, there's a good array of food laid out on the table. There are some small and simple cakes, cookies, and pastries, a healthy amount of okonomiyaki, okayu, and other Japanese dishes (with a focus on rice and eggs), along with curry. In addition, there are pancakes, and a large pot of soup. It looks like a few people collaborated to make enough food for everyone here.

Just like the meal they shared together earlier in the week, the candles from the storage room lend a more peaceful light than the fluorescent lights above.]

Comments

[carnivorously]

[This is a good chance to see how everyone's doing. He's used to this. He's used to murder and catching criminals, no matter what their age or gender is. Many of the people here aren't as used to it. He knows he can't be a comfort, that's hardly his job, at least not to people he's gotten to know a bit.

He goes to the dining room to grab some eggs and rice there on a plate for himself. While he's there, he gets a cigarette from the pack he has in his pocket and uses a candle to light it. He is such a tactful man! (Not...) He sits by himself at the table for a bit, eating and taking a drag of his cigarette between bites here and there.

After a bit, he's done with his food, and his current cigarette and chooses to light another one with a candle and leaves to the external foyer. Once there, he just looks out the window. It seems he's more lost in thought than anything, but someone could probably start up a conversation with him.]

[georgeous]

[ After he's finished his curry, George leaves the party rather quickly. He only meant to check the foyers quickly, but in spotting Kogami he can't help but approach. ]

You seemed to enjoy this.

[ It's not judgmental, it's just... a statement. ]

[carnivorously]

I enjoy this. I... enjoy being a detective.

[And a hunting dog. He enjoys cornering his prey. He enjoys it a little too much.]

It seemed like you enjoyed picking on people yourself.

[georgeous]

My work and yours are not that fundamentally different. It's just that I dispose of aliens who mean harm to humans and for you it's... other humans.

But in this situation... Ah well, I can't judge you for enjoying this position you hold. I have passion for mine as well.

[carnivorously]

Precisely. It's my job to protect others.

[Protect everyone, but mostly, he enjoys hunting down baddies. There's a thrill he gets.]

I'm there because Sibyl knew it would be a good fit for me and recommended it.

[He's pretty sure he's going to get confusion, but he going to take a drag of his cigarette right now.]

[georgeous]

[ Behind the sunglasses, George indeed raises his eyebrows. ]

You mentioned Sibyl earlier today as well. Is it the acronym for your government?

Dining Room

[nachetanya]

How do you even get the smell out of your hair?

[ NACHETANYA ASKED THIS WITH A POUT.

SITTING ACROSS FROM HIM, SNIFFING THE END OF HER LONG BRAIDED PONYTAIL. ]

[carnivorously]

[Right, she was subjected to his smoking the entire trial.]

You wash it.

[He says this really dismissively. He doesn't care, sorry.]

[nachetanya]

I'm going to, of course! But you know that hair keeps smells for a long time even so!

[ :T :T ]

[carnivorously]

Then wash it again.

[He really doesn't care, sadly. While he may be a bit more tactful about other things, smoking is not one of them.]

[nachetanya]

Aren't there any remedies that you know I could ask the Transmitter about?

[ :T :T :T :T ]

external foyer

[cthulwho]

[Lovecraft's been hanging around in areas other than the dining hall for obvious reasons, but after everything today he can't help but feel a little inclined to say something to Kogami since they're in the same spot anyway. Hi, neighbor.]

You certainly lived up to your title...

[carnivorously]

I don't think I was given that title for no reason.

[Even if his profile seems to be rather contradictory and make it appear he's some rogue criminal who's made it through with deductive reasoning. Which... isn't a lie, just not the truth that everyone else would expect, he supposes.]

While I'm not used to trials, everything else is just about an everyday thing for me.

[Including the murder.]

[cthulwho]

[He nods.]

True, I would expect that from a detective. It was fortunate that we have several with us...I imagine the the process would've been more difficult otherwise.

[Speaking of contradictory profile information, though...]

Is there a reason why you stopped?

[carnivorously]

I didn't stop, rather, I don't think I should have.

[He's confused himself as to why it says that. Why it says he's unemployed. It concerns him-- just what did he do?]

My job status should say 'Enforcer'. That's the official title of my position.

[cthulwho]

That is strange. Though, you don't seem to be the only one with strange information in their profile.

[If their first meeting with the Transmitter was anything to go by.]

They may have claimed accuracy, but it could just be a reason to cause confusion.

dining room

[halleberry]

You certainly appeared to be in your element today, Kogami-san.

[ It was a little while before Tsubasa stepped out of the kitchen to mingle, but, she's not surprised at all when she sees him with a lit cigarette. ]

Having you around was quite invaluable, though I do hope we won't need to use that skill again, anytime soon.

[carnivorously]

After what happened, I doubt someone will want to murder again, unless cabin fever sets in.

[Which is also a likely thing to happen, Kogami thinks. Then again, he's pragmatic about the ordeal in here.]

However, what happened just recently? It's just a normal day for me.

[He's not gloating or anything, just stating that fact. Like Hanekawa said, he's in his element.]

[halleberry]

That's an unexpectedly optimistic response from you. I'm really hoping you're right about that. But I'm sorry, about the state of your society. If what you were saying back there is true, it sounds like a ruthless world.

[carnivorously]

It's just how it is. I can't tell you how many people I've killed at the discretion of Sibyl.

[So much so that he's used to killing just as much as he's used to inspecting dead bodies.]

[halleberry]

[ That answer again... ]

Just because they were determined to be "unnecessary"? Is that the difference between a latent criminal and a criminal, in your society? The latent criminal has "potential"?

dining room

[protectandselfserve]

You know, Kogy, you're going to get ash in your food like that.

[SITS NEXT TO HIM, AGGRESSIVELY BEING HIMSELF WITH A PLATE FULL OF EGGS AND RICE]

[carnivorously]

[God he hates that nickname.]

Calling me 'Ko' is fine. [Kogy sounds dumb, old man.]

And I think I'll live with a little ash. It's not like I don't inhale horrible chemicals almost everyday. [IT WOULD BE EVERYDAY IF HE HAD HIS CIGARETTES WHEN HE ARRIVED.]

[protectandselfserve]

Ah, I see!

[he'll forget it immediately.]

And... well, it's true, but doesn't it affect the flavor? I've never been a smoker, myself.

[carnivorously]

It probably does, but my tastebuds have been so dulled that something like that wouldn't make too much of a difference.

[Tuesday was a trip, though, when things suddenly affected him and things had very distinct flavors. Not worth it for how crappy he felt, though.]