When Carl finally returned, the others were not in a good mood, but it was the single most comforting sight he'd seen in ages.
The kids were all either crying or ranting on one side of the room gathered around a board game littered with various plastic buildings and little metallic pieces, the massive number on the currency slate in front of Raziel telling a story of her beating the others so badly they cried and then beginning to cry herself when she felt guilty.
The adults were playing a game with cards and plastic chips, though judging by the fact that all the chips were in the middle, either someone had bankrupt them all and bailed or they somehow all lost.
