POST-GAME IRL PARTY LOG

[cccorp]

Who: All the living players
What: Reunion party
When: Post-game
Where: ?
Warnings: none for now


[ It has been several months since the incident. Recovering from your body being in disuse for around two months must have been hefty, as well as your other commitments as well. Hopefully, everyone has recovered to an extent, because no matter where you are, the living players will receive the following in their mailbox: an invitation to a reunion party at a location near the beach between the ex-beta testers of Fragment, a bank card, and a 4-digit pin to said card from "Oriade". The invitation card will mention the following:

- A very convenient location nearby you with access to a small, private plane. For security purposes, you'll be told to list your in-game name, real name, and class before boarding.

- The bank card contains $10,000 as some sort of "compensation" for everything that happened because of the Fragment incident. He knows it can't replace everything (like lost lives), but he hopes this will help some people (because some people live paycheck to paycheck and he understands that). Access will be revoked in a month, so you better withdraw it all while you still can. Any unused funds will be returned. The bank will not question you withdrawing all the money from that account nor exchanging it all with foreign currency. (But-- no buts)

- The servers have been located and he knows how much you guys want to destroy these, so the server bash (literally) will happen some time during the party.

Being rich has its benefits, surely. When the plane lands with their luggage and all (if you brought any. please bring some), they'll be taken to a house that doesn't seem like much, but once they walk inside, it is actually very big! There are numerous rooms inside the house. The kitchen is stocked with everything you can think of with some dude(?) preparing all the food (he's the chef. don't worry about him). There is sure to be loads of different kinds of food that can cater to everyone's tastes. Yes, there is alcohol. Get some free rich ass liquor. No, you cannot smuggle any. That dude(?) will be keeping tabs. Sometimes there's a maid or two(? or is that the same one) running around and cleaning up after everyone. If you want something, go get it yourself. Self-service only.

There's a walkway in the backyard that's also wheelchair-accessible that leads to the beach! Enjoy that too.

But for the main attraction, the server burning. ]

Comments

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede doesn't give a shit about timing because he just starts to smash into the server right away with a large, metal bat is definitely happening at some point.

Wow he wasted no time at all... ]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria just whistles. ]

Damn, that must have been the processing core that just went flying. Nice shot, Ganymede!

[ganymed]

[ Beaming at the praise. ]

I've no idea what that is, but I'll take the compliment!

[ HAPPILY, EVEN

He's winding up for another swing. He has twink arms but you know a stationary target isn't difficult to hit...! ]

[dissimulative]

[ Especially considering those stationary targets are so huge and there are so many of them. They are here to be pinata'd by everyone. Or burned. Whichever suits your fancy. ]

But don't smack it too hard that the debris might cut you when it goes flying--

[ One goes zoom in the air when Ganymede hits it again. Whew. ]

[ganymed]

Ah, what—

[ Whoops, there it goes, right past Ganymede's face, and fortunately it doesn't hit anyone else. He blinks, immediately bringing a hand up to his right cheek. ]

[dissimulative]

Ganymede?!

[ Oria runs up to him. ]

Are you okay??

[ ?!?!?!?!?! ]

[ganymed]

I think so...I don't feel any blood.

[ He takes down his hand. There's only a light scratch on the right side of his face. ]

Just a little sting.

[dissimulative]

Oh... good.

[ Oria is so relieved when he doesn't see any scratches. ]

Maybe we should get you a helmet just in case.

[ganymed]

[ A brief, sheepish look at Oria, though then he will ask: ]

...Do you happen to have any lying around?

[ Sir noodly arms still has one more swing left in his system, though he is not willing to risk an injury to the face for it! ]

[dissimulative]

Don't worry, I prepared everything.

[ He turns and calls for his maid to bring them a helmet, and it's like a motorcycle helmet—fully covering the head. It should fit Ganymede's size. ]

Here. Let loose!

[ganymed]

Good...

[ COWABUNGA!

... Okay, Ganymede is not the type to make an utterance of such a word in any universe, but that is the feeling once he's gotten the helmet on, poising his metal bat for another swing— ]

—and this is for being a moldy, gross, judgmental, self-centered, monstrous, unattractive simp!

[ Simp is a word that has existed in circulation ever since 1985, therefore in this essay I will—okay, no he just continues to go to town on the portion of server right in front of him, until finally stopping with a satisfied 'phew'. ]

[dissimulative]

[ Phew, indeed. Oria looks impressed and also snickers a little. ]

I'm sure he couldn't help being at least one of those.

[ganymed]

I'm glad you agree.

[ Ganymede puts aside the metal bat. ]

I think I'm done for now, but I'll be back for seconds.

...Thanks for having this here, though. It's already helped me a lot.

[ So naturally, it'll help the others too. ]

[dissimulative]

I'm glad! That's what it's for!

[ Find your closures, y'all... we can end this thread here! ]