arsarcana | no one and nothing can break through

[Well! That sure did happen!

Bruno does not organize an afterparty. He's not a party organizer in general - that was Wu. But he knows he was completely useless, if not downright actively unhelpful, during that whole thing, and he already feels guilty enough. He has to be useful somehow. Otherwise, why's he even here?

So, before everyone can leave the teleportation circle in the dining room and all go their own separate ways, Bruno mumbles something about making food and takes off for the kitchen. He'll be there for a couple of hours, whipping up some quick chicken sancocho, with Olive on rice duty. Azul can be in charge of actually grabbing people and bringing them in - god forbid Bruno do anything like that - but if anyone does happen to be there to take one, he'll make them up a bowl. Otherwise, he's just gonna leave it all warming on the stove.

There's also some arroz con leche simmering for later, if anybody wants dessert! He'll put cinnamon in it, and then add some hot chocolate to the lineup as well. He's no Julieta, of course, but at least he's made something? It's not enough, but it's...something.]

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[ Bryn fully intends to spend the rest of the week sulking bigtime in her dorm, so it seems prudent to grab some snacks and some dry food from the storage room before bed. She's poking around half-heartedly, not really with much of an appetite, but she's got a box in her hands – that she very gracefully drops, spilling snacks everywhere, when she turns the corner and jumps back at the sight of Bruno. ]

What– you–

[ She splutters a bit, going red in the face and then hastily drops down to start scooping her food back into the box (and so she doesn't have to look him in the face!!) ]

I could have trodden right on you!

[Bruno, like many small prey animals, had just gone still and quiet upon Bryn's entrance, hoping that she'd get what she wanted and go again without ever noticing him here in the first place. No such luck.]

Aaaaa - sorry!

[He'll, um. Sort of pick up the snacks that scattered near him?]

[ Don't apologize she wants to snap but she has the presence of mind to recognize that as possibly the worst course of action she could take, and redirects her frustration back to shoving her food back into the box. ]

It's– nothing to apologize for. It's my own fault for not being more on guard in this place.

Mmmmh.

[He'd like to say that she shouldn't have to be, but clearly that's not true.]

I...doubt you have that much to be scared of here, anyway.

When you say it like that, you make me sound like some ferocious beast.

[ Which, of course, he has every reason to think. She huffs out a sigh through her nose. ]

Not that I've given you any reason to suppose otherwise.

...that's probably good though, isn't it? Being here.

[There's one of them who's probably gonna die here or something, and it ain't Bryn!]

[ A derisive snort. ]

I wouldn't say that. After all, the best way to deal with a rampaging beast is to put it down.

[ She straightens up at that, box in hand and realizes – oh. This is the first time they've actually talked at all since... all that, huh. She shifts from one foot to the other, unsure of what to do, now the realization has struck her.

Eventually, she tries; ] Are you... managing well? Perhaps it's a foolish question, but... you were crying.

[Bruno snorts, leaning forward against his knees.]

No, probably not. I'm not exactly known for managing well, heh...

Mm. Perhaps it's understandable in a situation like this.

[ She's self aware enough to recognize that she, in her lack of grief, is probably the outlier here. She didn't particularly like or dislike Wu or Jasper and while things turning out like this aren't ideal, she isn't exactly heartbroken.

She wonders if, seeing the other gathered to lick their wounds, there's something a little wrong with her heart. ]

Should I... bring you something? Or someone? I'm certain I could find Loki, if you don't mind waiting...

[ Or maybe she should stop dancing around the attempted murder in the room and leave him be? ]

Loki? [why loki specifically, bryn? WHY HIM SPECIFICALLY] Uh - no, that's okay. He was sleeping, last I saw, he needs his rest after all that.

[He worries at the edge of his ruana, running his fingers over it repetitively.]

Why, are you worried about me?

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