voidtreckernet | Following that other one... [video]

[Alice has her blankets around her shoulders and Dinah in her arms. She's in a nightgown, a new one she actually finds comfortable not the hideous things the train provides.]

Mr. Stark, I-I brought a blanket, I've never made a blanket fort before.

[ Well she certainly isn't going to be much sleep tonight. And seeing Tony's offer over the terminals has her heading for the dining car. If he's going to be putting this together for people, he might need some help.

That's the only reason she's going, of course.

Placing some extra blankets she'd...borrowed from her sleeping cabin aside, she then goes to find Tony. ]

Need a hand, Mr. Stark?

[ Kaiba is here in his simple orange flannel pajamas with a shining blue duel disk strapped to his arm, hard at work pinning up some blankets. His friend caused this mess, so it's his responsibility to help clean it up. At least, that's what he's thinking.

He hasn't had any luck finding the guilty party, so his expression is a little distant. Atem's reappearance and immediate justice had stirred up so many conflicting emotions. He respected the pharaoh, but that brand of justice was terrifying. As he'd heard that chilling voice, and seen the face of a comatose man, knowing from experience exactly what types of terrors were happening behind his eyes...

He sighs, closes his eyes, and places a card on the disk. A holographic silvery-blue dragon shimmers to life in the corner of the room, stretching its wings. Kaiba smiles at the questioning looks. ]

Don't worry. That's the card that scares the spirit the most. Atem knows better than to cross my dragon, so no one's getting hurt here.

[ ...a little white lie, but he has the dragon stretch cutely and yawn with a few button presses. It's here to entertain. ]

[Joss sits, bent over his cocoa and very quiet. Uncharacteristically so.]

[Sam isn't the best at comforting. He's not the best at talking to people, often doesn't know what to say, and doesn't like getting close to most people physically besides that.

But he shows up in the dining car all the same, thoroughly disgusted by the sideshow that was a person broadcasting a murder with no thought for anyone who might come upon it unwillingly.]

...Here's to some of the kids not having witnessed anything.

[He doesn't sound so convinced that's realistic, though.]

[Tony was there with all the extra blankets he could find in his sleeper's hall closet. He'd left someone else in charge of the cocoa so he could help with the kids directly.]

That's alright. I'll show you how. You have a really pretty nightgown. My daughter would've loved something like that. Did someone make it for you?

[ Yeah, Peter's in this boat for a multitude of reasons so he's just gonna settle next to Tony. ]

S'up Mr Stark?

[He'd been in space. He'd faced monsters. And yet he was still shook up. Monsters were one thing, they were fantastical, but talking about murder and punishment and all of that, and not just talking about it, was something else entirely. It was real.

Which was why he ended up in the dining room, a blanket tossed over his shoulder.]

I know I'm not exactly a kid, but. I brought a blanket. Haven't made a fort since I was like, eight, though.

[He has several piles of blankets around him and has started instructed the kids how to set them up. When he spies Kitty, he gives her a smile. It's not quite as bright as it normally is, but the effort is there.]

Hey Kitty. Yeah, I'd love some. I set out in the kitchen the cocoa mix but I could also use some help hanging these blankets up.

[ She manages a wan smile of her own as she nods. ]

No problem.

[ Taking some of the extra blankets, she arranges some of the chairs and hangs the blankets across them.

And she manages to do so with only a slight tremble in her hands, so that's something. ]

Telli arrived with an armful of blankets and her cane hanging off one arm. The video from the hooded figure hadn't disturbed her because of the content, instead it had been that she hadn't felt violence in the Force during either incident and she relied on it to tell her when danger was present.

She imagined most of the kids on the train would show, and while she wasn't sure she was that skilled at comfort, she was willing to make any snacks that were requested and to fight if that figure showed up.

She nodded to Tony as she dropped the blankets on one of the tables, asking "Do you need help?"

The spider made it for me. [She gave a swish, smiling, swallowing.] Have you made many blanket forts?

[Eva, Princess at her side, slips in long enough to a - get her own hot chocolate, and b- leave Dancer in the carriage.]

It's not as good as Princess, but if anyone wants to pet Dancer, they're more than welcome to.

[There's a trill of concern from the red pokemon as she settles near the edge of the table, feathers fluffed a little but otherwise, she's docile and willing to allow people to pat her or sit next to her.

That said, if someone looks partially distressed or worn down (or just because), she will hop over and start preening hair like a particularly fussy mother.]

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He hadn't seen the ICP message about hot chocolate. He'd wandered to the kitchen on his own and saw people heading up to the dining areas. Curious, he followed.

What he saw... didn't really surprise him. But made him sad. Had so many really seen the same thing he had? So many kids...

Gladio was glad he'd managed to get rid of the damn ICP before Noct and Prompto had been able to see it. Looking at the haunted expressions around him, he was glad he'd been able to spare them the same.

[ Oh, what a nice bird. It was the only of Eva's team that he hadn't spent much time with yet---her trainer clearly needed time alone, so he'd try to greet the bird. He offered his hand and smiled sadly as she fluffed. ]

...Dancer, huh? Hey.

[Tony comes over and sits next to Joss. He doesn't say anything at first as he puts an arm around him. He figures it must be really awful to see a murder after having been murdered not that long ago. He couldn't imagine the horrors the kid must be seeing in his mind.]

I'm not going to let someone hurt you.

[He looked over at the man he didn't recognize. Was this who he'd been talking to earlier?]

Let's hope there were a few who missed it.

[He came closer and held out his hand.]

Tony Stark.

"Hey, you, tall guy," Tony called, with a slight smirk to his lips. The smile didn't reach his eyes like usual, but he was making an effort. He had one of the clothes lines from the laundry room holding the blankets up but it wasn't quite high enough to work correctly yet. "Don't just stand there, pin this up a little higher for me."

When Gladio got closer, he asked in a lowered tone. "You and your boys okay?"

[For once, Joss accepts the hug without a fuss. He even leans into it.]

I’m a killer. I don’t—I don’t want—that’s not me anymore, but it was. I did horrible things. Am I next?

Gladio looked toward the voice, a half-smile curved his lips and he nodded. Why not?

Walking over, he took the line from Tony's hands and started to reach up to get it pinned.

"... They never saw. Made sure of that." He replied gruffly and with a little grunt as he gave a small jump and pinned the line as high as he could. That should do, right?

[He stares at the hand for a moment that's probably long enough to be a little uncomfortable before he winces at himself.]

Sorry, I don't— phobia, nothing personal.

[His unconscious avoidance of physical contact might be something Tony has picked up on, even in the short time Sam has been in the room. It's not as pronounced around the children, but it's still there.

As much as he likes not being recognized immediately by people, it does come with the disadvantage of having nobody know why Sam is the way he is.]

Sam Bridges. Good meetin' you in person, Tony.

[ Nerdanel quietly arrives with hot chocolate, and her son's silver harp, so old and well loved, wound about with enchantments for preservation and for music.

She is not one of the Arafinweans, skilled in mind. Nor is she her golden-voiced son. But she is a mother.

Sitting down, she begins to play, soft lullabies to comfort and to soothe, the musical version of a hug.

She's also available for actual hugs, if people want ]

Maru had followed where the others had gone. Madoka held in one arm, her blanket wrapped around her. Madoka's Girlfriend was with them.

He stepped into the dining room to find more than a few people already there, so he gently set Madoka down, and then moved off to the side to drop down himself. He sat on the floor, quiet. He hadn't seen as much as others. But he'd seen enough. And that had been more than enough to make him feel sick to his stomach.

But he could see Madoka's Dad and knew Madoka would want to go and see him, so he sat quietly and waited, absentmindedly chewing on the nail of his thumb.

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[Fëanor did not respond to the previous video. He couldn't. That would be the most hypocritical thing he did on this train and he has an ounce of self-respect left. But this was evil. Both of those things were evil. How fitting that out of the all people involved he only knows the murderer. How fitting for a Kinslayer...

For the love Eru, don't we have Council to solve such problems?!

Even if the very concept of trial by Council brings but memories of his own judgment by the Valar. Not something he really likes to remember but the truth remains, he did hideous things, they were right to punish him. How they did it, ah, that's something he can argue with. At least he got his chance to explain himself. Even if they ignored everything he said.

But this? This he has too many words to describe it, none of them pleasant. Both for the murderer and the one claiming to dispense justice. None of them anyone should hear.

So instead, after that second video, he just goes to the dining -- bringing all the blankets he could collect from their cabin -- to ... do something. Probably, cocoa. He makes good cocoa. Just ask Peter Parker.]

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[Rapunzel just seemed out of it, for the most part, unsure as to what she had just witnessed and being very unsure just how to handle it.

It was just awful. So when she heard the word of people getting together so they don't have to be alone Rapunzel figured she might as well do the same and hopefully find people there she knew. So with her blanket, Pascal and a frying pan in tow she made her way there.]

Do you need help with anything? [Her voice didn't have its usual luster and seemed a little drained more than anything. She was still taking everything in after all.]

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