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. ]

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[trollophoroi]

[ Dragged down to sprawl against the mattress alongside Mehmet, Amon can only scoff somewhat. ]

They'll be going all night long, anyhow.

[ But for the sake of not dozing off and missing everything, he does fish his phone out of a pocket and manages to set a timer all from under the arms wrapped around him. That, he leaves out on the bed. ]

Mm, there. We have fifteen minutes to relax a bit.

[secondthoughts]

[ Mehmet hums. Fifteen minutes? He feels bad about stepping away from the party, when he's been "stepped away" for months now. But that doesn't feel like enough time to spend alone with Amon; he needs an hour, maybe. Or two. Or days, or months...

But when he realizes his eyes are shutting, they snap open again. He doesn't want to close his eyes, because then he'll miss out on even more time with him.

He pulls Amon closer, tighter. If it's uncomfortable, he'll just have to speak up. ]

I missed you.

[trollophoroi]

[ Ah.

Amon wasn't expecting that, how he's pulled into that tight hug. Even if it is a tiny bit uncomfortable, how tightly he holds him, he can't bring himself to complain. It's felt like forever to him; he suspects it feels the same for Mehmet.

He turns towards him, burying his face against him with a sigh. ]

I've missed you, too. I wish... I know after what happened, you couldn't, you had so much work to do, but when you answered Owen but never reached out to me...?

[ It's a weird feeling. He shouldn't have brought it up, he realizes, right after the words tumble from him, but he had wondered. He had wondered a lot. Why only be in contact with Owen but never him? ]

[secondthoughts]

[ It has felt like forever, especially when he was well enough to start making new memories and live past those few days where Amon—Fandaniel was dead...

Amon sighs, and Mehmet cradles his head.

There's only the slightest twitch of his fingers at what the other says. Emotions—upset, heartache, a defensiveness—all whirl inside of him, and his chest hurts. He knows he did bad. He knows he should've said something, especially to someone who he— ]

...I know. [ His murmur is so quiet, it's essentially a whisper. ] I know, I... I'm really sorry, Amon. I should've.

[ The usual excuses he has for everyone else feel hollow with Amon. ]

[trollophoroi]

[ He's quiet for a time, simply enjoying being held in Mehmet's arms, but he knows he needs to say something sooner rather than later. ]

It'll be fine. You're here now. That's what matters in the end.

[secondthoughts]

[ Mehmet exhales. Maybe it is, but...well, that doesn't stop the guilt from settling heavy in his gut. ]

...You too.

[ It's almost surreal, to hold him like this. He holds his breath, like he's going to say something. I missed you. I thought about you every day. I don't want to lose you again. I think I love you.

But instead, he exhales, and closes his eyes. Maybe he can save that for another time, another day. He holds Amon close, and waits for the alarm. ]