Oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give - but some things only God can forgive

[georgeous]

[ It's quiet in the hospital after this trial. Time passes and there are no notes slipped under doors.

The eerie silence reflects the horrors that have been witnessed today. More than any other week, there is a lingering understanding that there are thing regrouping and cooperation will never be able to fix.

There are 7 dead to mourn. No amount of funeral will bring them back.

The rules George has posted to the kitchen at the start of the week have been kicked over. ]

((ooc: This is not a week for any amount of partying, no matter how little, so here is the after-moping. Tell us where your character mopes, group together to mope together, etc...))

Comments

Foyer

[journalname]

...pray do not hurt yourself, Mr. Ace.

[Asgore is only passing by.]

[georgeous]

[ He hits the glass one more time with a huff, unwilling to turn and face Asgore. It's bizarre how the monster king has become one of the less worrisome people around the place. ]

I doubt a minor injury or two matters anymore at this rate.

[journalname]

...things still matter. I am sure. Even if they are smaller.

[georgeous]

... hah. [ Asgore is right, but George will not admit so now. ]

If there's ever been a time for getting injured it's now, at least everyone's disinclined to kill for the time being.

[journalname]

...you should still take care of yourself.

[But he's not even remotely close to George, so he's not really sure he should go over there himself.]

[georgeous]

[ Okay, okay.... He holds out his hands vaguely into Asgore's direction to show that they are in fact alright. ]

They may not be monster paws, but they're not that fragile.

[journalname]

...very well. I just do not want to see anyone else hurt today.