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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SERVER BURNING

[cccorp]

[ This event can take part on the driveway in front of the house. Will there be police to worry about? No. Neighbors? No one else lives around here. Go wild. Smash it. Burn it. Smash server equipment responsibly. There's a medic on-site, because Oria knows how some of you guys are. There are all sorts of tools for you to use. ]

[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. ]

[glassbell]

[ Fuurin has a change of clothes for this. All black, but tidy enough for a casual funeral. The only thing that stands out from that theme is a pair of bright yellow protective eyeglasses. ]

Is it okay? To just destroy it.

[ He has some reservations about it, like maybe this is too easy, or surely it'll bite them in the ass... But it's easy to convince him it's fine. ]

[dissimulative]

[ He hands him a pipe. Have at it, dude. ]

[glassbell]

[ Well, if he gets approval! Sorry Oria you have to witness the yan phase coming back after months of napping. Fuurin swings down the pipe on it a few times, bits of plastic, silicon, and metal breaking off. It's... very satisfying! ]

Do you have a gun?

[ Say no, Oria. Please say no...! ]

[dissimulative]

[ Yes. ]

You gotta go about it like everyone else!

[ He hands Fuurin an axe. Is this better...? ]

[secondthoughts]

[ Mehmet stands before the pile of servers, both hands resting atop his cane. He contemplates the tech, briefly going over all the awful, awful things that horrible old man put them—him through. He tries not to dwell on it for too long, because he isn't equipped right now to handle himself if he has a breakdown, but.

He's got some revenge to enact.

He sniffs, then glances to Oria. ]

Do you have a gun?

[dissimulative]

[ Why do people keep asking him if he has a gun?? The answer is yes, but not anything he can give to someone. So.

He hands him a harpoon spear. ]

You can use this as a cane for a bit.

[secondthoughts]

[ Mehmet pouts a little bit when he's handed a harpoon spear. Cool? Yes. What he wanted? No.

Still, he'll take it and his fist wraps tightly around the handle. He glances at the pile of machinery, then back at Oria. ]

Do you know which one Harald is in?

[ His voice practically drips with poison when he says Harald. He still hasn't forgiven him. He probably never will. ]

[dissimulative]

[ Mehmet is definitely someone who has rights to speak about Harald that way, so Oria points to a server that has been untouched so far. Stab 'em, uncle. ]

[gluttoning]

[Have you ever seen someone chuck a memory drive against a nearby wall with the force of a football throw?

Now you have. Out of all the muscles he's able to keep in shape, his shoulders are still relatively intact. Watch that baby fly and shatter. Huffs.]

[dissimulative]

Nice throw!

[ The maid yelps when she thought it would hit the window, but thankfully it doesn't. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair isn't actually joining in on the server burning. He's just watching pieces fly with no small amount of bemusement. So that's how it looked when he went nuts on the training dummies...

Very much noted]

We do have a fire extinguisher on hand right...?

[dissimulative]

We do!

[ Oria opens up a case full of three fire extinguishers, all of the correct type to deal with a server fire. He is prepared... ]

[insinning]

Oh, good.

[ Definitely not even surprised]

...do you think someone will manage to set off a big enough fire?

[dissimulative]

Honestly, given this group and our violent tendencies... yeah.

[ Yeah, he said "our". No one is escaping this category. ]

[trollophoroi]

[ Amon only stands by, watching everyone else taking their anger out on the servers. In those, an entire world once existed, and the thought leaves him feeling pensive. He won't help destroy these but he'll at least witness it. ]

[bleatingedge]

[Leo isn't quite sure how to feel about the server destruction either. On one hand, it was the creation of a horrible man that trapped them in it, and led to the deaths of several people. On the other hand, the cognitive dissonance of conflicting memories makes it difficult to completely disconnect himself from it. He fell in love with that place and the people that inhabited it, even if they weren't real.

He calmly steps up next to Amon and sighs wistfully.]

It's hard to let go, isn't it?

[trollophoroi]

[ They were real, though, in some of the places. Real in their own sense, in their own existence, but unleashing Skeith amongst them put a quick end to that. ]

Mm, I don't know. Maybe not so much hard to let go as it is mourning the possibilities.

[bleatingedge]

Fair. There were a group of people in there that truly made me feel like I belonged somewhere. But they're gone now.

[Fucking Harald.]

Thankfully I feel like I belong here now, among all of you.

[tablescraps]

( Surprisingly, there's no outburst of violence from Mithrun's end. He's sat down on the driveway, dismantling a tower, piece by piece, screw by screw, panel by panel, and splitting those panels into smaller and smaller pieces. If this were a human body he'd be stripping it down from flesh to bone. It is a meticulously loveless gesture. )

[dissimulative]

[ Oria just watches Mithrun do his thing with curiosity. ]

Honestly, I considered breaking down some parts like that to sell.

[ He already get what he wanted out of these servers. The technology field will be progressing quite quickly now... but also, feel free to assume that Oria's dad met up with Mithrun again. ]

Maybe for the people who need it?

[ looks at america's healthcare. looks at the nonrich people. ]