(Catch all) Ominous October Threads

[insinning]

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

“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.”

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[insinning]

[ Sinclair takes a moment to consider this for a moment. He turns over his first meeting with Hani in his head, the odd way they held themselves, the way they took joy in every little thing without, perhaps, being genuinely present. ]

<< When the game first started, maybe there was something...

But they're different now. What makes them sound fake to you now? >>

[aphonik]

[ Yeah, he's not buying that. That, and there's something else he's definitely not willing to mention that has him feeling more hostile than usual.

<< Everything? People don't change just like that.

Why would I bother talking to them now. >> ]

[insinning]

<< Not normally. But this game has a way of making us confront things we don't like about ourselves. >>

[Just adding more of the good stuff to Dosei's plate]

<< But it's fine if you don't like them. Just eat >>

[aphonik]

<< It's not me that I'm disliking. >>

[ A huff.

He'll just. Let Sinclair do his thing. He doesn't bat it off the table like an angry cat or look like he's rather be eating glass like he would have months ago, so it's a definitive improvement. ]

<< Would have done that anyway even if you didn't say it. >>

[ Is he talking about disliking Hani or eating? Maybe both. He's just going to take a sip of his drink first. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair gets that and he definitely wont push it. Mostly he's trying to keep the topic off sore points. So he points out at the kobocha]

<< Make sure you leave this one to last in the broth. Apparently it tastes really good at the end.

[aphonik]

[ Well, Sinclair is trying his best. Dosei is not, in comparison, he's just sulking.

He puts his drink down.

<< ...What even is that. >>

Squinting as he picks up his fork and shoves a piece of meat in his mouth. ]

[insinning]

Like pumpkin. Or squash.

[At least, that's what it's like to Sinclair]