altimit | 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:

- 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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[ He waves a maid over, Felicia, he says and she returns with a cup of rich, red wine that costs a month's worth of wages. Probably. Oria holds that out to Michel. ]

I was definitely busy. Your English is pretty good though, but I did work my ass off to learn French too.

[ God. Michel grew up rich, and this can still give him goosebumps. He accepts the glass of wine like he's a little terrified to hold it but does give it an appreciative swirl. ]

I've been living online for a decade... it's miraculous that I don't have an American accent.

[ Thank god for whatever expensive education he had in childhood that probably left him with a mashup of Parisian and posh British. ]

Was it really worth spending your limited free time to win a bet? You should have been resting while you could...

Learning a language is valuable as a skill, so might as well do it while I was still motivated.

[ The difficulty apparently doesn't matter as long as he's motivated... ]

Who knows? I might actually go to France one day for business.

If nothing else, you can use it to show off.

[ And Oria will, probably. Michel can't help but smile, hiding the expression as he takes a sip of the wine. ]

How many do you know, anyway...?

[ He sure will! ]

I know English, Russian, Japanese, French, and some German. Most of them were for talking to foreign parties though. If I'm gonna do business, I don't want someone else to translate things for me. If I mess up, I want it to be because I did, not because someone else translated it wrong.

And you can listen in when others don't realize you understand.

[ He wishes he could claim he doesn't relate at all to that paranoid impulse. On the other hand, he can at least claim he's never spent so much effort on his paranoia.

For... whatever that's worth. ]

That's the best part! The look on their faces when they realize I understand the language is priceless. Absolutely hilarious. I hope just that feeling alone will embarrass them so much that they'll never want to face me again.

[ Vindictive. Yeah. Always and forever. ]

I knew it. There's no limit to the effort you would put in, for spite.

[ Is this the business world equivalent to Oria's PVP bloodthirst? He suspects so. ]

For people who deserve it, absolutely. Sometimes you want to knock down a peg so that their face hits the floor and stays there forever.

[ 8) ]

[ Michel takes another slow sip of wine as he really tries to imagine that. The person he despises most in the world, rightfully embarrassed for a moment... ]

...In my experience, they don't usually stay that way.

[ All one (1) time he did it. Call it a failure of imagination, or of execution. ]

Oh?

[ Oria looks very curious now. ]

Who was it? Huh? Tell me, tell me.

[ Why does Oria only get this excited for evil... Michel rolls his eyes a little, but smiles wryly. ]

My brother's wife. It isn't much of a story.

[ Not much of a victory, either, but he already said as much. At least he thinks Oria can relate to despising a sibling's partner. ]

Ohhh.

[ Oria kinda understands, but their situations are still wildly different in that regard. ]

Just knock her down again! If you need help, I'll back you up.

I have nephews now. I'm not going around insulting their mother at family dinners.

[ By virtue of no longer being invited to family dinners, thank god. But he snorts quietly at Oria's offer. ]

So this is what you do when PVP isn't an option.

What do you mean? PVP is always an option.

[ Heh. ]

If you can't deliver it physically, you do it with words! If you can't with words, you go for it psychologically through gestures! There's no limit. There will always be an opportunity.

I can see why DPS is the only choice you would have considered...

[ But that's Oria through and through. He takes another sip of the wine, and... yeah, that even tastes expensive. ]

I hope you don't get too bored when you've eventually beaten all your opponents into submission.

Oh, I won't. There will always be stubborn ones and trump cards to get through. Fragment was really different in a way, because I could actually be forceful with violence. Shouldn't do that in real life.

[ ... ]

... Most of the time.

[ He sips his water. ]

Most of the time.

[ So dryly. There's a longer pause for him to drink this time, though he's trying not to rush it. This wine deserves a lot more respect than he showed the bottle he split with Miharu and Sinclair back in the infirmary. ]

I hope you didn't bring back too many habits from Fragment with you. Although if there's anyone who could resist the inertia, it would be you.

[ It seems fitting that Michel would be drinking with the kids... ]

Oh, that. I already beat up bullies already since they were an eyesore.

[ Straight up. ]

[ They're drinking age in France!! And unfortunately Michel only drinks with people he can let his guard down with. ]

Already... [ Should he be surprised? Probably not. ] That's one approach to physical therapy.

Oh, no. I was already doing that before I played Fragment!

[ Some things will never change... ]

...Really, I don't know why I ever expected otherwise.

[ That's on him! Oria has always been so consistent. ]

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