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(Catch all) Ominous October Threads
Who: Sinclair and You.
What: Dungeon runs, trauma bonding etc
When: All throughout October.
Warnings: Gore, Emeto, Psychological horror in one thread, NSFW stuff in another
What: Dungeon runs, trauma bonding etc
When: All throughout October.
Warnings: Gore, Emeto, Psychological horror in one thread, NSFW stuff in another
“I see now that the path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being—one of many ways—and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.”
(Closed: Michel Oct 5th)
But he feels it more keenly now, haunting in its grasp.
Are you going to start over again, if that happens
He digs his fingers into his arms, shuddering.
He could go back to Oria. Talk to him again. He knows how he is with Oria - his heart is steady, he feels like he can stand stronger and navigate the complex maze of his thoughts.
But they spent so much time talking yesterday. He took so much and sometimes he's deeply afraid he'll take so much there will be nothing left.
And Oria was still suffering from so much - was it really fair to keep going back to him because his own heart won't stay calm and he can't keep distracted enough from imagining the worst?
So he goes through his contacts, sends Michel a message: dungeon run?
And then waits at the Chaos Gate in Mac Anu. He looks up at the clock. It must be late. But in this town of neverending sunset, it doesn't feel that way at all.
The sun trapped along the horizon, illuminating everything with dying sunlight.
Ah.
He gets it now.]
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And now... time has taken on a different sort of meaning. He has no way of knowing if Sinclair's people found him, or what might happen to the version of him that exists here if they didn't. But in that case, he intends to spend as much time as he has with the people here he cares for. He can infer the meaning in Sinclair's brief message well enough; for that alone, he'd never say no.
I'll be right there.
And he is, very presently. He glances over Sinclair as he approaches, scanning for signs of that restless desperation that he'd seen after the moment in the hall of mirrors. ]
Did you have a place in mind?
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'Heavenly Unlimited Metal Doll.' I went before but never figured out what the dungeon effect was.
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oct 3, nsfw................
Sinclair has a good guess, since Oria squirms a little when he touches there. Sure, there's no gaping wound or in the danger of it opening anymore, but it's clean in the game as if there's nothing there. He returns the kiss, immediately wanting to deepen it. ]
goes to add warnings to the top....
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Not far off, Basque sits down, ever-vigilant. )
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...did you read through your messages?
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... I read through ours. ( He tried to prioritize. ) It feels familiar. But I don't remember what I was thinking about when I wrote some of my messages. Like when we were talking about that book...
( The one where they spoke of revenge, without Kromer's name, apparently, )
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SHABU SHABU PARTY @ PHANTOM OPERATIVES GUILD HOME (OPEN TO ALL CR)
It's the day after the meeting; not quite the catch up Sinclair had been hoping for when he planned this originally with Haru and Tylor but the spirit of it is the same. It's a party for friends, laid back and casual but if you want to dress up in trendy young fashion, you're more than welcome to it. It's a space for friends after all.
It takes place in at the Phantom Operatives Guild Home, in the non-descript cafe-like space, since that's where the kitchen is. Tables have been pushed together to form a nice long table for people to gather around and platters of ingredients (thinly sliced mushrooms, meat, cabbage, noodles etc) and bowls have been set out neatly. There are sets of chopsticks, and other utensils to eat and dip the food in. People might question how the meat got sliced so well. That's a secret! But please know they had a teacher and practice.. Lots and lots of practice. Leave Sinclair's poor bandaged fingers alone.
There's the smell of broth cooking from the kitchen and eventually it comes out in smaller pots to be set on the table. Everyone is free to dig in; there is no seating plan and there are plenty of drinks, so just check the fridge.
This is a free for all, so don't mind your manners and dig in, jump around, call out to each other and let loose. We're all friends here, aren't we?]
SET UP (closed to Tylor and Haru)
Do you think we can craft a machine for this instead...
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open
Um. Should we be worried it's bubbling over so much?
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shhh I didn't forget
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Whoa - look at all of it!!
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Well, here she is anyway, sitting herself down like she owns the place and already clearly intent on helping herself to some ingredients. What do you mean this is supposed to be a communal meal...]
Oh, this's gotta go in.
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[ Haru welcomes the guests inside, pointing them to the table, the beverages, showing them how to cook if they haven't had hot pot before. She's all smiles at the party. She usually eats dinner alone what with her father being busy with work, so being able to share a meal with others, isn't it so nice?
If you see her tearing up a bit during dinner, don't worry. They're happy tears. ]
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Anyway, he's behaving and not kirby-inhaling. He's eaten shabu shabu before and is familiar with chopstick usage, so he's enjoying himself. He's not eating as fast as he usually does, but when he takes an ingredient out of the broth, he immediately puts it in his mouth despite how hot it should be.
He seems fine................. ]
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well since oria is doxing hien it has to be true
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The smell of the broth has him practically hovering over to the table.]
Heyo party people! Hopefully you all don't mind if I dig in right away.
[With that, he immediately starts dunking some good shit into the good broth!]
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not really here!! unless someone wants to apprehend a ghost ig
However. He is a man on a mission. With the intention of speaking to no one, he will make a direct path to the kitchen to deposit Freesia Soft Serve and Tres Miel in... whatever manner of fridge or freezer they have. Then he's going to try to make his escape as inconspicuously as possible. It would be very polite to ignore how obvious this is in the closed cafe space. ]
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(not here but over there!)
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SUPER BELATED
LIFTS THEM UP AND STUFFS THEM IN MY MOUTH
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Dosei had received not one, but two ( 2 ) invitations to this, which is mildly jarring on it's own, and he'd normally decline on principal of hating crowds. It's not as easy to avoid people indoors like you can at the beach.
But whether it's his desire for some sense of normalcy or the fact he's really fucking hungry, he's still here. One small, antisocial creature, probably crammed near the corner with a cola in hand. It's...pretty clear he's never actually eaten anything like this before, by the way he squints suspiciously at the pot of broth and hasn't made a move to touch anything quite yet. He's not even gonna try the chopsticks; Hard pass on embarrassing himself. ]
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that icon is so pretty omg
in his ikemen era...
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10/29
Well, Sinclair has plenty of reasons not to answer. And Michel addresses none of that in the text: ]
Meet me in the unnamed Root Town. I need to talk to someone.
Please.
[ The rec areas are the obvious wiser choices, un-infested by monsters. But Michel offers no explanation for that either. He waits patiently on the stone benches near the chaos gate, his hair slowly shifting through a rainbow palette of colors from some ill-advised dungeon run. His eyes seem unfocused. ]
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[It's the morning of--the strange message from CCCorp had been unsettling, disturbing. And Sinclair had every intention of warping in with the others, after he had sent his forums post to warn people.
But Michel never asks for him. So when he does, Sinclair responds instantly. He'd go to the unnamed Root Town without question]
Michel...
[He approaches Michel with hope in his heart; it's like with Mithrun, and Hien must be wrong. There must be something left. They weren't programs that could be over-riden.
He's unarmed, wearing his personal crafted armor instead. His wings flutter a little, a left over blessing from a dungeon run.]
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10/28
Emil!
[ He runs to him and the first thing he does is give him a hug. ]
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it'sfineit'sfineit'sfineit'sfine]
Oria...what do we do...?
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10/29, later than very very late
But, eventually, he does get there. He's constructed himself something of a crude moped-style device vehicle that he sits on sidesaddle. It's clearly highly rudimentary, and needs to be improved upon, but he dug through his infinite piles of dungeon drops from his time in Fragment and slapped together something after he and Barrett got back to Fandom Foodies. He simply will not stay put.
Once he gets to whatever serves as the primary door, he knocks, and he waits. )
Re: 10/29, later than very very late
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]
Morgan---should you really moving around on your own?
[ Sinclair isn't looking too good himself, the pallor to his skin just a symptom of the blood loss he experienced, made worse by him pushing himself]
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