There's just no good time to break bad news

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Who: Strawhat Pirates
What: Robin needs to have a little chat with her peeps.
When: During the day Dec 17. Morning, afternoon, evening, it's up to threadstarters.
Where: House 6 (or anywhere else peeps wanna be)
Summary: War being the buzzword of the week reminds Robin that there's a bit of catching up to do with her nakama.
Rating: G to R (for potty mouths). Nothing racy here, though. Emo warnings.


It's been a few days since the draftees returned, and Robin still hasn't managed to find a good way of bringing up what she knows of the pending separation, once they all return home.

Still. It's something they ought to know about. She isn't concerned about discussing it with some of her crew, but others- Luffy in particular- well. She doesn't imagine it will be a pleasant conversation. She wonders if he'll even understand why he chose to disband them for so long. She wonders if even she understands it fully.

Today is the day, though. It seems Luceti is determined to keep its residents on their toes, so waiting for things to settle down for a few weeks before upsetting her crew appears unfeasible. And the longer she waits, the harder it will be.

So, fellow Strawhats, Robin's looking for you. Where she finds you, and when, is up to your discretion.

Comments

[history-pirate.livejournal.com]

"It isn't likely. But without a more definite source, I wouldn't completely disregard the notion. The newspapers speak of Firefist and Whitebeard's deaths as absolutes. There are reports that Blackbeard did something to Whitebeard's body and possibly now possesses the old man's ability, as well as his own. It seems the one here comes from a point in time after that, so perhaps he'd have more information..."

[gomugomunopwn.livejournal.com]

"... I already knew about that." His voice was beginning to sound more and more distant as he felt his body stiffen. He had already heard all of this before. And the fact that Robin had heard about it had made things a lot worse. "Smokey told me what he did to the old man..." The sound of his voice barely showed any signs of immediate anger, but even so he still implanted his fist into the nearby walls. He clinched his eyes closed as tight as possible to try and stop any of the upcoming tears in vain.

"I-I go back home.. just to fail again... I'm still that weak!?"