June 25 // Church, OPEN

[ghost_bullets]

Date: June 25, after the CLANG!!
Characters: Church, anyone who would rather not space themselves (Open)
Location: Dining room
Summary: Church is tired of this bullshit. Not to mention confused.
Warnings: None?

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[boy_wondering]

Robin wasted no time in heading for the dining room. For once, he didn't have much to say; since... what had happened the day before, he'd had a lot to think about. The memory of his 'death' weighed on him heavily, and the revelation that they knew even less about what was really going on here than they thought was disturbing.

Robin slipped quietly into the room, his cape fallen around his shoulders, cloaking him in black. Too restless to sit, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, turning his pensive gaze on Church.

[carter_on_ice]

Sam entered the dining room lost in a morass of her own own thoughts and confused emotions. It was not every day that one experienced ones death, and then walked away the next moment as if nothing happened. She had a theory of course, one that explained a lot. It made so much sense and she wondered why she hadn't thought of that before, but it was almost completely unprovable.

[ghost_bullets]

"Well at least you two aren't worthless pieces of shit," Church sneered. "Guess we should wait a few minutes longer for people show up, though. I'm sure they're all doing stuff that's way more important than figuring out what the fuck just happened here."

[lord_and]

The Master made his way into the dining room a few minutes later, looking uncharacteristically rumpled. Truthfully, he had been sick these past few days, but he was playing it up just a little at the moment, to give himself leeway to just observe this meeting. He'd suddenly found himself with a lot to think about, but wasn't about to share with anyone else just yet. He took a seat at one of the tables, nodding at the others and mumbling a non-committal and somewhat hoarse "Hello."