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dungeon

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Who 🍰 owen & frenemies
What 🍬 area explores, depressing conversations, quests???
When 🍭 August
Where 🍫 Lumina Cloth, et cetera
Content Warnings 🥧 Owen, discussions of suicide/suicidial ideation, violence & death, potentially other things that will be updated as needed.

Wildcard me! This will also be where I put open prompts, should I write any unrelated to the event. I might also add more top levels in the body! Hooray! Feel free to hit me on the plotting post, or on discord and plurk, both

revelries.

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There's something odd about players being so eager to PK in VR...

[ His thoughts on the discomfiting realism are interrupted rudely by the explosion. Rather than the chest they were here to find, he's staring across at quite a different chest. And... Owen's everything else.

Hopefully Owen has the censorship settings turned on. Winter definitely does, which he's reaffirming for himself promptly with a panicked look down. ]

...

[This is..................

Well.

It's kind of underwhelming, honestly? Owen has the maturity toggle on, at the moment, so there's not much to see, but - this doesn't seem all that bad? Like, sure, some people would probably be horrendously embarrassed by the exposure, and he's not happy that he's now entirely naked in front of someone he barely knows, but still.

He straightens up, taking a deep breath before he loses his temper.]

...I can't believe this is what everyone was kicking up a fuss about.

[ This is certainly something. After that initial flicker of surprise, Winter — habitually deadpan as he is — is looking even more frozen than usual as he decides how to take this.

It is, after all, just an avatar. It's just the two of them. And he's not the only one suffering. All of that is mitigating... maybe? Hm.

He crosses his arms over his pixelated chest and, despite himself, sneaks a curious look over at Owen again at last. ]

Well. [ Well! ] ...It's less inconvenient than death. [ Maybe. ]

[Why did it turn out like this…

Winter might be hoping he had died instead when Owen shoots him a look, eyes narrowed. Being naked in person is a much different beast then taking pictures of himself, because at least then he can choose how much is shown.

The pixels don’t hide much.]

Are you checking me out?

[Sir? Are you being a creep?]

Am I...

[ Is he being a creep??

Winter turns his head away quickly, fast enough to send that whole curtain of hair swirling around him. And then he turns his back to Owen for good measure. He's not peeking back yet. But the tips of his ears might be turning a little red. ]

I-It was nothing of the sort! I was looking at how you designed your avatar.

[ ~~striving for his life to stay one step ahead of "obese rat" tier explanations~~ ]

Designed… This is largely just what I look like.

[He doesn’t actually have pink and yellow eyes in real life, surprisingly.]

I didn’t feel much need to change around my body.

[Wow, he feels… super uncomfortable, which is weird.]

I wasn’t expecting to be so exposed, after all.

[ Why would Owen just tell him that of all things? It would be incredibly easy, at this juncture, to say that it really was nothing... Michel almost casts a flustered look over his shoulder, but catches himself before he turns again. ]

This is the kind of situation where it's perfectly acceptable to lie!

[ He's not volunteering how much of his own avatar is simply him or not. The wave markings on his shoulders probably are not. The rest, questionable. ]

[It doesn’t occur to him to lie! It’s not like Winter’s going to see him in person, and his other online activities would be hard to tie to him… So what’s the point!! And it’s not like he can see anything that hasn’t already gotten Owen some money…

Maybe he should charge Winter, actually.]

What? Why would I?

[Is there something wrong with how he looks!! Huh!!]

Rather than admitting that some stranger on the internet has practically seen you naked? We may both be men, but...

[ Ah. The memory of the context of their meeting might be coming back to mind.

It's finally occurring to him to at least try equipping something else. He picks the first thing he spots in his inventory, the skin from the party, and hastily slaps it on.

It, just as hastily, explodes dramatically again. ]

If you’re not interested in men, why should I feel uncomfortable by you looking at me?

[He’s not a rude, degenerate pervert, so he stays turned away from Winter as he panics. At the sound of another explosion, Owen has to laugh.]

Unless you are curious about another man’s body. Should I be worried about your temptations? I thought you were a respectable guy.

[He didn’t, but that’s not the point.]

I am not interested.

[ In the prickly sort of tone that suggests Winter is used to being harangued by people demanding he confess his attraction to men, a very normal occurrence. ]

And I am respectable! I'm not the one who programmed a dungeon to strip the players!

[ He only has one set of equipment left on him, and it's obviously going to do the same thing. Just the same... he equips it anyway, for one more explosion. Bastards. ]

Heh. Awfully touchy, aren’t you?

[Well, it’s not his problem.

At the sound of another explosion, Owen sighs.]

I think the goal was to destroy our equipment, with the nudity a side-effect of that. I wonder, will all of the armor you’ve destroyed come back?

[It would be funny if it didn’t… Alas, that is not the case.]

[ He tosses an irritated little glare sidelong at Owen, but doesn't offer any mitigating explanation. It is what it is.

...But Owen has a point about the armor. Crankily: ]

If it doesn't, then I'll be doing solo dungeon runs for some time.

[ He'll just move to the wilderness and live here. In the buff. It's Fine. ]

[Wow, a person glaring at him? Not the first time, won't be the last, so he doesn't even bother to say anything.]

...You could just log off and wait.

[If it's like all the other effects... He'll only have to wait a day, and if it's not...

Just never show your face again!]

And if the equipment doesn't repair, I'll be in the same situation then.

[ But at least he could get something new after that. He lets out a sigh and rubs his temple.

It's not as if the situation is Owen's fault. ]

You're right. My curiosity has done enough damage for one day. ...Are you going to keep playing like that?

Absolutely nude? No, I wasn’t intending to.

[He shrugs his shoulders languidly.]

I’ll probably busy myself doing something else, offline.

[ Michel glances back to catch that shrug -- it's not weird, he's decided, if he keeps all glances above the waist.

It must be nice. Either being able to project that air of nonchalance so successfully, or actually having something worth spending the time on offline. ]

....At least there should be clothes. Better luck on your next dungeon.

[Michel just get a dog. Or a cat. Hell, a potato. This is kind of sad.]

I'd be shocked if this impacted my wardrobe in real life, but wouldn't that be incredibly immersive?

[He waves Michel off.]

I'll know better not to check out any more mysteriously suggested keywords.

[ Does the rotting parsnip he's kept long enough for it to attain sentience count, please advise. ]

Will you?

[ He's a little doubtful Owen has that kind of restraint, but! He's been naked long enough. Winter logs out, to enjoy his 24 hour exile. ]

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