I don’t believe it.

It actually worked out.

Just this morning, a truck stopped by our apartment. The first thing the men inside dropped off was a document containing a list of changes to the way finances were being run. Most of it deals with modifying how much gets distributed to each section, though there is a new feature: a board has been established to put the crazier requests for funding under review. I get a proxy asking for a few million dollars so he can pull a Morningstar and build his own tank, I just send it to the new office and they decide whether or not the proxy deserves that cash. I like it that way. It means I don’t have to be the one who deals with the problem.

But more importantly, the truck had food. Lots of food. It wasn’t anything fancy: canned stuff, TV dinners, etc. But it’s a hell of a lot better than having to ration things.

To celebrate, I called everyone to the kitchen and we had a little feast. Lepidus and I cooked the meal, and the Jackson brothers set up the table. It was the closest we’ve come to having a regular breakfast together as regular roommates. We didn’t quite manage regular; after getting everyone sat down and the food handed out, Sky asked where all this new food had come from. The instant I mentioned Truth’s name, she grabbed her plate and threw it out the window (But that’s okay because we now have money to pay for a new one!) Then she grabbed a cup ramen out of the pantry, and ate that instead. But at least that’s been the only outburst today.

All in all, things for once look a little bit less horrible.