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[pencilpremonition]

Who: Becca and Everybody!
When: Day 9, Evening
Where: Apartment A
What: Becca made food for you guys!

[So something smells good coming out of apartment A. Becca's found the kitchen, and she's made food for everybody. She pokes her head out, takes a deep breath, and hollers for everyone:]

Who's hungry~? There's food for everybody!

Comments

[derpfarmer]

That's what I heard, but I haven't tried it yet.

[pencilpremonition]

I don't wanna get sick just out of curiosity.

[derpfarmer]

[Nom.]

That's probably a smart attitude.

[pencilpremonition]

I try to keep myself alive.

[derpfarmer]

Seems not everyone here has a good track record of that.

[pencilpremonition]

My death was...kind of planned in advance, I couldn't get out of it.

[derpfarmer]

Fate? I hear that everything happens for a reason.

[pencilpremonition]

[She bristles a bit when he calls it fate, but she nods weakly.]

Yeah, something like that.

[derpfarmer]

What happened?

[pencilpremonition]

I drowned.

[derpfarmer]

[...A nod.]

That would be rough. My chest was crushed -- relatively quick.

[pencilpremonition]

[She nods quietly; she doesn't seem all that upset hearing about how he died. Like she's seen enough death to be desensitised to it.]

I was unconscious, so I didn't suffer. I just wish I hadn't had to die so soon at all.

[derpfarmer]

Yeah, that would have been nice.

[pencilpremonition]

I'm not even sixteen yet... [Sigh. Feeling sorry for herself.]

[derpfarmer]

Sixteen isn't so different.

[pencilpremonition]

I'm still just a kid.

[derpfarmer]

[Is 16, so not much of an age gap, but...]

Yeah. It shouldn't work out like this.

[pencilpremonition]

[Becca thinks you're closer to 20.]

Life's supposed to be fair.

[derpfarmer]

Many things have to be changed before that can be true again.

[pencilpremonition]

It's worth working for, I guess.

[derpfarmer]

It is, though the work will be difficult.

[pencilpremonition]

Everything is.

[derpfarmer]

...Yeah. Sorry.

[pencilpremonition]

Not your fault.

[Sigh.]

Looks like dinner's winding down, at least.

[derpfarmer]

Oh, looks like it.

[...Eh, who needs dignity. Shoving his last few bites in quick.]