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POST-GAME IRL PARTY LOG
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:
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. ]
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. ]
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Oh, I will. I'll tell him all about him, and maybe in exchange he'll tell me something interesting I don't already know...
[Mehmet should probably be worried for his dignity.]
I haven't asked him for any intimate details, but it could be illuminating...
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...He couldn't tell, for the life of him, why he always has to make things easy for whoever's teasing him, but he can never help mouthing back. ]
Okay, but you can just ask me, too.
[ Barring the fact that his memory's been shoddy... And let's face it, his dignity has never been in tact. ]
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Oh? Can I?
[He's so ready to bully this man.]
Well, I'm all ears. What did his face look like as you fucked him?
[A pause.]
Unless all of your trysts he was the one in charge. I don't need much help imagining that, though.
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But then again, is it really his fault that Owen's hot when he's bullying him? No, so. ]
Exquisite.
[ He remembers what Amon's face looked like in the ski lodge firelight as Mehmet fucked his brains out...along with all the other anxiety and uncertainty that came with the realization they were stuck in the game, so he puts that thought aside. He's trying to flirt, here.
He leans his head against his own shoulder. ]
What, you don't think I can top?
[ Because he can, ]
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He can't hold back the snort at the thought of Mehmet topping, though.]
Oh, I'm sure you love having your dick inside someone as much as any man, but there's a difference between that and taking full, total control.
[He flicks the pillow over Mehmet's crotch with a finger.]
I think you're too soft to truly dominate someone.
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Anyway, attempt failed, and now he's back to pouting. Is that all these people want out of him? This little pout?? ]
That's not true. I can be dominant when I want to be.
[ It certainly sounds like he believes himself... Is the question, then, that he never wants to be? ]
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Mhmm. And is there ever a time you want to, dear?
[The evil hamster that ratatouilles Owen is spinning it's wheels, and he leans in close.]
Are you afraid of what would happen if you did?
[This is, probably, a button Owen shouldn't be pushing - not that he's sure he's on the right track, but Owen has never been one to handle things with any amount of grace. The intrusive thoughts will always win.]
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The playful flirting leaves a pleasant buzz in his head, his chest, and deep in his gut. He opens his mouth, about to assert his own dominant personality, only for Owen to flip it on its head and draw out memories that area little too real.
The pout leaves him for a genuine frown, and the horny feeling in his gut quickly changes to gut-lurching anxiety. Vague memories of a time long passed roll through his mind, and he sinks deeper into the couch and farther away from Owen.
these silver haired motherfuckers.................................... ]
Owen.
[ Stop. ]
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Though it's also, in his eyes, an inevitable conversation. Even though he knows it's unlikely Mehmet remembers every little thing, it's hard to forget when someone breaks your nose. He doesn't have all of the pieces, but he's not blind. He knows there's something haunting Mehmet and something that makes him unpredictable - which is, unfortunately, something that intrigues Owen. He wants to know what it is, instead of only having vague ideas and guesses, but beyond that...
Owen doesn't care if there's something about Mehmet that could put him in danger. Any sort of dark secret he has isn't irrelevant, but it's not like Owen could ever be afraid of him.]
Mehmet.
[His voice is soft, but it's clear that he's not joking anymore.]
You know there's things about each other we'll have to reveal eventually if we want anything more than fucking around.
[Even if he can concede now isn't the time for it, but! He's helping. Nobody's horny anymore.]
I don't know if you're afraid of admitting it to yourself or to me, but we can just leave this here.
[For now.]
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More than fucking around has him stiffen, slightly afraid. He thinks Owen is cute, and he very obviously likes him very much, but the tiny glimmer of a thought of a relationship, one he really hadn't given much thought before this, makes him feel...weird. He knows this is what drove him and Leo apart, ultimately, so...
He doesn't say anything, for the moment. He just stares at Owen, partially in a frown, partially like an animal in the face of a predator. ]
...Please. For now.
[ This is not something he wants to deal with at this happy reunion party. He's alive, for fuck's sake. They should be concentrating on that.
He reaches out to lightly brush his thumb over Owen's cheek. ]
I just want to celebrate with you right now.
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Pressing this is likely to blow up in his face - he knows at least that much, but the thought of dropping the subject bothers him. If they drop it, will it ever get picked back up? Or will it just be swept away, out of sight and out of mind, left to starve in the parts of themselves locked away and abandoned? Maybe that would be for the best, and it's not like ignoring the problem is something Owen isn't used to. Even if, now, after some people didn't come back, it feels like he needs to stop running away so much.
...But them even having the chance to ignore what's ahead of them is, in itself, a miracle, so maybe it's fine to do things as he's always done. He closes his eyes, leaning into Mehmet's hand.]
Alright. We can celebrate.
[A beat.]
Do you like dogs?
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Which is to say, when Owen mentions dogs, he immediately brightens. ]
I do. I love dogs. [ And cats and birds and bears and weasels and otters and deer and...and...
His hand drops, and he looks around the lounge like a dog is going to show up out of nowhere. Could it be...? ]
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Traveling with dogs is a pain, but...
[He wasn't going to just leave them? Alone? They'd already spent months without him, and even if he mostly trusts that Chloe and Rustica's combined efforts were enough to keep them happy, it felt too cruel to drop them off there as he left to go spend time on a beach.]
I had to bring them along, didn't I? I can go grab them so you can meet the lot.
[Sadly, they don't make a too-perfectly timed entrance - they're probably still playing with the kids or something. It's not like Owen was going to forbid anyone from having some therapy dog time.]
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Mehmet seems both genuinely surprised and excited knowing Owen has dogs. Multiple dogs?! He doesn't have any pets at home, and neither do any of his friends or parents, so this feels like a jolt of life he didn't realize he was missing. ]
I'll go with you.
[ He puts the pillow aside (boner gone) and leans to grab his cane. He leans forward, and flashes a grin at Owen. ]
I should be up and around when I can be, anyway.
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Alright, but don't get mad at me if you get bowled over.
[His dogs are way too well-behaved for that, generally, but still! He doesn't take any responsibility for them.
It's not too hard to find them, and Owen doesn't realize how much he brightens when he sees then again or how much more animated he is after shooing away whatever poor soul we're sacrificing for dog sitting duty in this thread. There's three of them, all told - a white borzoi, a golden retriever, and a yorkie that Owen scoops up into his arms and holds like a child.]
This is Echidna, Typhon, and Cerberus.
[He scritches underneath the yorkie's chin. His baby boy...
The other two dogs turn on Mehmet, staring at him in - anticipation, maybe? Will he cave and give in to how cute they are?]
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He hobbles along behind Owen, buzzing with excitement. And when they approach, he shoots a glance in Owen's direction, just in time to see him brighten. Ah... Man, he's cute. It's hard to look away—
Dogs make it easy, though. ]
Hey, buddy!
[ He talks to the yorkie first, briefly extending his calloused fingers to let the puppy sniff. He'll get to him later, though, because there are two others he needs to attend to. Slowly, he kneels (obviously, some movements seem a bit difficult for him still), and he surrenders himself to whatever the two bigger dogs have of him. Maybe he'll be lying on the floor soon... ]