MINGLE - Post-Op(era) Recovery

[pumpkinhollow]

On this night we drink to the death of Sorrow.

After the Fall of Efrain With the Prince of Sorrow's Song dead and gone, the opera dissipates, spitting its victims out on the summit of Crane's Ridge where the Dance of Celestine was held some months before. It's getting late, and there is no one yet in town to run the train. Some will brave the trip home simply for the sake of collapsing into their own beds and achieving some sense of normalcy. Others will do so with the hope of returning with help. But many others will simply say "fuck it" and camp out on the mountain, still fitted with extra firewood from the festival and the means to build temporary structures in nearby storage sheds. The journey down will be safer in the morning, and there's solidarity to be had in a cool spring night spent under the stars.

Oh, look, there's even some non-perishable food and wine from the Dance. Combined with what can be hunted or foraged, as well as snacks and drinks stolen from the concession stand, there's plenty to go around. This might even be a little bit fun! Anyone up for another game of Never Have I Ever? Maybe a little Truth or Dare? Or perhaps you just want to chat and unwind with your friends. Whatever the case may be, have fun. This is your time. After darkness, there is a dawn. At the death of Sorrow, there is joy.

Comments

[liesdontfindyou]

CT doesn't wince externally, but the oof is there on the inside. "Well, if we're going to get into the technicalities, there wasn't a dad involved in my conception at all, so I think that counts? I'm sorry though, that sucks."

[incomingchoppers]

Radar turns a little bit red, but says, amiably enough, "Oh, okay," and drinks.

Once he's swallowed, he adds with the same earnestness, "It's okay, I still got my mom and my Uncle Ed, he's been around forever so he's practically my dad anyway. ...I guess that kinda counts too, huh."

Does he drink twice for two dads even if one of them is his uncle? Sure, why not! Another sip of beer down the hatch.

[liesdontfindyou]

Okay, the second sip of beer is a little funny. A faint smile settles on her face.

"I think so. It's nice that you had him, at least. I knew a lot of people who lost one parent or another, probably more than most, people in the community always tried to step up to fill the gap."