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Tweak says, "my FOOT"

Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2011-04-09 15:10:00

TEAM MEETING
Who: Everyone
Where: Butterfly House/common room
When: Night of arrival
What: Team Meeting
Why: There's stuff to say.

Kiriko stood at the head of the room, in front of the unlit fireplace, arms folded across her chest as she waited for the last few people to settle in.

"Before we start," she began, eyes following the last of the kitchen stragglers as they entered the room. "I just wanted to say... I was wrong, that time. Running away wouldn't have gotten us anywhere. But, I don't think that fighting would have helped, either. It was a mess, and I'm sorry for my part in it."

The apology was sincere, but her posture vaguely defensive as she scanned the room, waiting either for someone else to speak up or for enough silence to pass that she could move on.

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anthesphoria
2011-04-09 07:39 pm UTC (link)

Kozue had taken up position on the couch, the capital C Couch, with her legs tucked up underneath her, and pajamas and slippers on. They weren't even her pajamas, but the Butterfly Room--House--Place, whatever, seemed intent on providing things that would please her, and the fluffy slippers and comfortable-yet-chic-and-obviously-designer loungewear was no exception.

She looked around the room in the silence, trying to decide whether to say something, to be forgiving, to be accusatory, to be holier than thou above it all, but she simply wasn't sure. Impulses pulled her every which way. After a moment's hesitation, she took the path that seemed best; if she was supposed to understand other people, or, whatever that thing had said to her, why not try?

"It was a bad situation, and, I don't think anyone really comes out looking clean." Even Kozue. "Forgive and forget, and, we should focus on what we do next."

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thrown_to_winds
2011-04-09 07:42 pm UTC (link)

Toshimi sat in an armchair. When Kiriko spoke she placed a pensive hand to her chin. "I'm sorry, too. I made what I thought might have been the best decision at the time, but..." She frowned, looking around at all the team members. "There were no good decisions to be made. I thought it would be more like retreating than running, but..."

"Kondo-san's right. What's past is past. We make our own way from here on out."

	some_other_dog 2011-04-09 08:18 pm UTC (link)
	Reizo sat in silence, cigarette end burning brightly, smoke drifting lazily out of the corner of his mouth. He made no immediate response, no gesture, just seemed to retract deeper into king bean bag and let the quiet drag out, eyes not focused on any of the group now, but staring moodily at anything that didn’t seem to be sentient. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ofmanydevices 2011-04-09 11:17 pm UTC (link)
	Tom stood quietly in the corner of the room. He had exchanged his school uniform for all blacks. He'd also managed to re-arm himself, but felt no need to volunteer the information. The house still bothered him, and he decided to stay away from any of the furniture which he regarded with a half suspicious gaze. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	omgboyskissing 2011-04-10 12:11 am UTC (link)
	Yoshimi sat curled up on the couch, oblivious to Tom's reservations about the furniture. "I'm sorry, too. I did mean what I said about the odds, but..." She shrugged; with everything over and done with, her reasons didn't seem to matter as much as the rift in the group. "Well, Kondo-san's right. Where do we go from here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	disappear_npc 2011-04-10 06:03 am UTC (link)
	Kei sits for a few moments in stunned silence, looking blindsided but genuinely happy to hear his best friend's voice. "He'll never change..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)