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

[fluorite]

[ He certainly isn't expecting Mehmet to open up instead of pushing back, and rather than a look of surprise, there's a small smile on his lips instead. ]

Not at all. In fact, something tells me that they would like to help you... to be with you, even.

[ After all, he already knew that Mehmet and Amon had a Thing, and with Owen in the mix... it seemed like they were serious about their threesome, and would likely be serious about it now too. ]

Just be careful what you ask Amon for. He'll do anything you want.

[ Including crimes. ]

[secondthoughts]

[ Mehmet greets Yuui's declaration with a little blink of surprise. He doesn't say anything for an extended moment; his lips are pursed in thought, his eyes—the same bright blue as they were in the game—settle on the other's face, trying to see through Yuui's expression. He knew what they had was fun, but did it run a little deeper than that, a mirror of his own feelings?

If it looks like his cheeks are red, no they're not. ]

...Really?

[ That's weird. He'd do anything Amon asked of him, too. Including crimes. ]

[fluorite]

You're oblivious, aren't you? Of course he would.

[ He laughs—there really isn't much to see through when it comes to his expression. He's voicing his honest thoughts here. ]

Go talk to him yourself if you want to confirm.

[secondthoughts]

[ Instinctively, Mehmet folds his arms over his chest. Why does that make him nervous? He can hear his heart pounding in his ears. This is silly and he doesn't like it. ]

...Fine.

[ Is Yuui going to tease him about this forever? Mehmet feels like he would. ]

Only if you tell Yael hi for me. [ He steadily reaches out with his cane to tap Yuui on the ankle. ]

[fluorite]

[ Yuui hems and haws, even crossing his arms as he pretends to think. ]

Why don't you go tell him? He's on the beach.

[ He looks back to Mehmet's face in an attempt to gauge how he feels about that. It would be understandable if he doesn't want to. ]

[secondthoughts]

[ Mehmet sighs, gazes out towards the beach, then back to Yuui. ]

But I thought I was asking Amon if he'd do anything for me in exchange.

[ Didn't we have a deal, twinky boy?! ]

[fluorite]

[ He laughs. ]

Alright, alright. I'll go bother him for a while.

[ Yael shouldn't mind if Fai plops into his lap, at least. He starts to retreat, but stops after a couple of steps. ]

Keep me updated on how things go between the three of you.

[secondthoughts]

[ At first, Mehmet's content to see Yuui off, content to maybe seek Yael out later once the shock wears off. But the final request comes as a little surprise. He blinks and faintly cocks a brow. ]

...You want me to tell you how the threesome goes?

[ Sorry, Yuui. Despite everything he's been through, Mehmet is still himself. ]

[fluorite]

I meant your relationship with the two of them in general, but sure. Why not?

[ Yuui doesn't care for threesomes, but he'll happily get all the sordid details he can from Mehmet's experience. ]

[secondthoughts]

Oh. [ Yuui has probably never seen Mehmet look this exceptionally awkward before. He stiffens in a weird way at the word relationship, mostly because he hadn't thought about the three of them past the threesome. Does that even work? Would that even work with him?

But he's not going to dwell on that right now, because this isn't the place for it. His weak little smile comes back, and he reaches with his cane to lightly tap Yuui on the ankle. ]

Get out of here. You've got a job to do. I'll message you later.

[ With every sordid detail! ]

[fluorite]

You better~

[ Yuui counters that weak smile with a much brighter one of his own as he turns to finally leave, seeing Mehmet off with a little wave of his hand. ]