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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[secondthoughts]

[ Ah, yeah. He thought so. After trying to keep up on the shifting sands, Mehmet slows to a pace he can comfortably manage, and eventually, to a stop. He watches Dosei from a safe distance away from him and his lips draw into a frown.

With a little sigh, he adjusts his cane in front of him and places one hand atop the other. He stares at the way the sunlight reflects off the water in the distance, and for a short moment, thinks about how strange it is that he gets to be here, now, taking in this sight. ]

...I know. I should've reached out. [ When he starts to speak, he isn't sure if Dosei can hear him, but he thinks the boy deserves an explanation regardless. ] I didn't have access to my phone for a while, when I was in physical therapy. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't contact anyone, even when I remembered to.

[ Those lucid thoughts were few and far between in the very beginning. Most of it now, in hindsight, is a hazy blur. ]

...I'm sorry.

[aphonik]

[ It would be nice if he fucked off, Dosei thinks. The last thing he wants to look at right now is that face, especially when his last visage of it before all this was so...less alive. He thinks of that stupid smile he was wearing talking to everyone else, of his tone, of everything before he ran out here.

It settles sick in the bottom of his stomach, disturbing it like the silt at the bottom of a lake, and his fingers absentmindedly tighten around his legs.

A while, he says. But he got it eventually? Because some people obviously knew. People that aren't him.

Dosei shouldn't even grace him with an answer. He can just stand there on his stupid legs and get nothing, like he deserves, but he's unfortunately too petty for that. Therapy did something to help, but at his core, he's just...angry.

<< Bullshit. >> [ It doesn't even occur to him that Mehmet might not get what the angry gestures of his hands are, only somewhat turning his body so they can be seen. ] << For someone who couldn't contact anyone, you sure seem to have a lot of people who were expecting you. Don't fuck with me. >>

[ If he just didn't care enough, if he didn't even think of him at all, he'd rather just hear it outright. He doesn't need any more false promises in his life, or half-hearted apologies that don't matter. He's sick of them already. ]

[secondthoughts]

[ And then it all makes sense. Why Dosei spoke the way he did in-game, why he relied on text-to-speech and a vocalizer. As Mehmet's lips turn downward in a frown he realizes he doesn't know any sign language. Probably another reason for Dosei to be disappointed in him, huh?

He looks down at the sketchbook in his hand and slowly begins to amble forward again. ]

But. I did think of you. A lot. [ The sand shifts beneath his feet. It's slow going, and a part of him is worried Dosei will get up and move again, but he'll keep following him until he can at least give him his sketchbook back. ] ...Mostly worrying, really. Even when my memory was fucked, I was worrying about you.

[ The stress of reliving those last moments while his brain relearned to live in the present was tough. ]