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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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When I was fading, I... [ He holds him tighter, trying to ignore the phantom pains again gripping his chest, his wrists. He tries to blink them away, but the images behind his eyelids are the rest of them, gaping up at him— ] I thought about the future we...
[ His voice is shaky, and he has to stop, because otherwise he'll start crying again. He's alive, and it's cause for celebration, and maybe it's a bad thing he brings up his death now, but he does have a point. It's...just going to take a moment to get there. ]
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[ Amon hushes him, leaning in against his chest as he's tugged in. With how Mehmet's hand has moved, his hand now rests on his arm instead but he'll rub that as comfortingly as he can. ]
It's over. You didn't fade, you came back. Our future is going to be real. You, me, Owen, we can have everything now.
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Amon will hear his heartbeat, the surest sign that he lives. ]
...Yeah. Yeah.
[ It takes a moment to will the tears away, but he finds enough calm to keep talking. ]
I don't...want to lose that again.
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You'll be moving your stuff into the room Owen and I are in, right? I made sure to net the biggest bed I could find.
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...You and Owen?
[ Oh, yeah. Didn't they—?
He idly draws his hand up from Amon's waist to toy with the ends of his hair, and he tilts his head. ]
I just put my stuff in the first empty room I could f— Oh. [ Oh. The conversation, the one at the very end, comes rushing back to him. So they're keeping their word, after all? More than anything, he's touched, but he won't say that. A grin slowly crosses his face. ]
You'll have to help me.
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Yes, me and Owen. I believe we had a few plans for you that we went over before you went and got yourself skewered.
[ Mehmet isn't escaping that easily. Two evil twinks for one recovering himbo, surely he isn't going to disagree with that. His grin tells him so. ]
Mm, lead the way, then. I'll give you all the help you need.
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It takes him a moment to move, but there's one thing he has to do first. He takes a few steps to walk past Amon, but pauses beside him. There, he leans over to plant a light, chaste kiss to his lips. ]
Hehe.
[ Hehe!
And down the hall towards the bedrooms he goes! He had gotten in so late that he had little other choice than a small bedroom towards the end of the hall. There's a backpack, and a modest-sized suitcase. Mehmet glances over his shoulder at Amon, that little pleading puppy look on his face. Carry please... ]
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You really are like a kid in a candy store sometimes.
[ Only the candy store happens to be a promised bedroom with one bed and two evil twinks waiting for him (or it will, eventually; it's hardly nighttime yet). Is that better? Surely that's better, at least for Mehmet. Regardless, Amon follows along after and with an amused shake of his head at the puppy eyes, he'll haul the backpack up onto his shoulders and snag the suitcase. ]
This way~.
[ And then off they go again, away from the sad, small little bedroom, and towards the much nicer, larger one that he and Owen have laid claim to (bullying was possibly involved). ]
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It's hard to contain the grin that crosses his face when Amon takes his stuff, and he follows behind, as quick as he can, like an eager puppy. The relief and joy radiate off him—even though he doesn't say or do anything in particular, his energy is hard to ignore.
Mehmet gazes in awe at the larger room. He slowly ambles past Amon and to the bed, where he lowers himself to sit. He pats the blankets as his eyes still roam. ]
You really think this bed is big enough?
[ He's teasing, of course. This bed is huge. ]
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Hmm, is it?
[ Naturally, that leads Amon to stroll back on over and walk the perimeter of the bed, running a hand over it as he plays up checking the bed. Very serious matter, so serious, but he'll end up before Mehmet once he's done. Hands clasped behind his back, he leans forward so he can offer a smirk on Mehmet's level. ]
Well, we could always test it out early to make sure.
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[ God. He's so pretty up close. And in real life. In real life. There was a short period when he was certain that this was an impossibility.
He's glad that didn't last long. His grin widens as he reaches to put his hand on Amon's cheek, pulling him closer. ]
Convince me.
[ He turned Owen down, so...
Anyway, he's stealing a kiss anyway, because he's greedy. ]
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Keeping his face intimately close, he lets out a breathy chuckle. ]
Convince you? Really?
[ And theeen... Amon draws back and turns to plop down on the edge of the bed next to him. He looks up at him with the most innocent expression he can muster. ]
To take a nap? I don't think I've ever had to convince someone of that.
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And then Amon is gone, and he looks down at him with a quirked brow and lips curled downward in a slight pout. ]
—Really? And miss the party?
[ Hmm... Nothing wrong with a five minute nap, is there?
But that's all the convincing he needs, really. He loops an arm around his shoulders and drags him down to lay down across the bed. Oh, this is a comfy bed. ]
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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.
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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.
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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? ]
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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. ]
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It'll be fine. You're here now. That's what matters in the end.
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...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. ]