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

[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. ]

[secondthoughts]

[ Target locked.

Mehmet hobbles over to the untouched server, and stares down at it. Maybe they'd only come face-to-face for the briefest of moments, but the damage he'd done will last Mehmet a lifetime.

The good memories, the bonds, he'll put those away for safekeeping. Because as far as Mehmet's concerned, he made those himself. But the physical problems, the memory problems? That's Harald's fault.

His expression twists into a nasty scowl before he lifts the spear and brings it down decisively, with as much force as he can muster, into the piece of equipment. For a minute, he thinks about pulling it out and doing it again, but you know what? The spear holds, so he decides to let go. In a way, it kind of makes a nice grave marker for the world that was Fragment.

He steps back and looks at Oria for approval. Well? ]

[dissimulative]

[ Why does he need his approval?? But Oria looks at Mehmet's handiwork, and you know what? Great piece of art. He takes out his phone and snaps a picture. ]

Picturesque.

[secondthoughts]

[ It's important, okay! But when Oria pulls out his phone, Mehmet immediately poses casually next to his handiwork with a thumbs up. ]

Thanks. [ He hobbles back over, firmly squeezes Oria's shoulder as he does. ] Send that one to me, will you? I want to frame it.

[dissimulative]

Sure! Give me your number, and I'll send it right away~

[ He laughed a little when Mehmet posed a little. Leave it to him to be undeterred even while having a hard time physically. ]

[secondthoughts]

[ Mehmet slowly pulls his phone from his pocket as he recites his number to Oria. He holds it, unlocked, ready to receive his picture. Give!! ]

[dissimulative]

[ Picture sent! May Mehmet enjoy the crispy picture quality forever in his handheld device. ]

Enjoy!

[secondthoughts]

[ When it comes through, Mehmet laughs. Hey, he looks pretty good.

He tucks his phone away. ]

Thanks, kid. And thanks for getting us all back together again.

[dissimulative]

[ Of course he does with that pose. He looks like he just conquered something, even if it looks like a rectangular metal box.

He salutes and helps adjust Mehmet with the cane again. ]