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

[insinning]

[Sinclair pauses a little as he considers that question. He sips at his soda. He's not intending on hiding things, but some things were difficult to explain]

Mm. The physio time they organised for me have been reasonable, but tough. I'm probably further along than other people.

[userunfriendly]

[ What a trait for the two of them to have in common, hm? Michel studies that pause but doesn't press, just giving Sinclair time to turn it over. ]

That's good. You're too stubborn to be held back for long. You and Oria, I suppose.

[ Michel is looking... not so much worse than he had in the game, actually. The coma had taken a toll on him, certainly. But it's also the first time in his adult life he's been making effort to put on weight and rebuild muscle. ]

[insinning]

You think so? I felt like giving up plenty of times though...

[ When his muscles began to scream with pain, when he felt shaky every time a new number appeared on his phone that he didn't recognise...]

[userunfriendly]

[ Ah. That's a feeling he can relate to, too. He reaches over to give Sinclair's hair a tiny tousle, careful of his new piercings. ]

But, you didn't. Although... I'm glad you can rest for a bit now.

[ It would be nice if they could manage the same for Oria. ]

[insinning]

It'll be a nice break. I'm glad they didn't reject my leave.

[ He bets Oria had something to do with that. Speaking of...hm, Oria definitely needed to take a break though...]

[userunfriendly]

I'm glad, too. Are you going to stay here a while?

[ With Oria, is the subtext. Although he imagines Oria will be rushing back to all the things he does, too. ]

[insinning]

[ Reddening a little as he looks away]

Um. As long as everyone else. Since they're all so busy...

[ In other words, he'd like more time with Oria but he's not imposing on his busy schedule; it's a fact of each of their lives things will be relentless. He's glad to have this much]

[userunfriendly]

That's a shame.

[ Well, he didn't expect that even Sinclair could separate Oria from his work for long. But he still gives him another hair ruffle for that. ]

[insinning]

[ Ooph. Is he just being unnecessarily clingy? But he accepts that hair ruffle. Normal relationships were never the goal for him and Oria anyway]

A little. But I'm sure we can work out some time later.

[userunfriendly]

[ If anything, Michel thinks they're both being too mature about it... but then, someone has to be. ]

You will. I suppose... if you don't have leave again for a while, I might come visit you, instead.

[ Not that he's a replacement for Oria. And not that Sinclair lacks for company, but, still. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair brightens visibly, perking up. Not a replacement for Oria, but definitely company Sinclair has been craving]

Really? I'd really like that. My space is a bit small, if that doesn't bother you...

[userunfriendly]

No, I'm more at ease in... simpler environments.

[ Michel casts a wry glance around at Oria's elaborate private beach. Not that he can say he minds the privacy in the least. ]

And it's probably less dusty than mine...

[insinning]

[Pfft. Sinclair ducks his head to hide a smile]

I do keep it clean. But I don't have much. Then, if you're happy with a rollout mattress...

[userunfriendly]

That's fine. The floor wouldn't be a problem, either.

[ He's definitely fallen asleep there before. And on his desk. Perks(?) of living alone and having no one to judge him, previously. ]

And I have nothing but time, at the moment. I can work on your game as well in America as anywhere else.

[ Sinclair's, and Oria's, that is. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair would offer Michel his bed but Michel is tall and his bed is most certainly not. ]

Oh--you're working on it?

[userunfriendly]

Only in the early stages. When it's farther along, I need you to test a battle for me. Oria wanted something difficult.

[ Michel refuses to make a game that Oria will make smug "like it's hard?" faces about. He wants to make him curse. Possibly throw a controller. ]

[insinning]

Hm? Ah, that sounds like him.

[Sinclair does want to see Oria struggle a little with a game too]

I can do that.

[userunfriendly]

[ Ah. Michel won't let himself go too far along this diabolical excitement. ]

...I'm putting in difficulty settings as well, in your build. And the focus should be exploration.

[ He doesn't know if Sinclair likes the super hard boss battles, too. But he's not punishing him with them. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair brightens] Then, you should include puzzles too. Ones based off books.

[If he's allowed to make requests]

[userunfriendly]

[ Sinclair is the only one who's allowed. And technically Oria, but, still. ]

Won't those be too easy for you?

[insinning]

I'm sure you can work out some challenging ones.

[ He has full Faith]

[userunfriendly]

Hmmm. If I find some from something you haven't read...

[ This is the equivalent of the frame-perfect battles for Oria, probably.

...But it's nice to think of trading books like this, too. ]

[insinning]

There's plenty I haven't read you know...

[There are too many books and not enough time. Weep]

[userunfriendly]

Are you certain? [ Doubt. ] ...Probably not many that I've read that you haven't, though.

[insinning]

Mm. I'm sure there are plenty of French novelists I haven't discovered yet. Besides...I think the fun of it is finding references to stories we know and love anyway.

[ That's your big hint Michel]