catch all >> september

[trollophoroi]

WHO >> Fandaniel & All These Random September Threads
WHAT >> Various closed threads.
WHEN >> September
WHERE >> Around the game.
Content Warnings >> nsfw stuff, suicidal ideation, and then some... looks at smudged writing on hand... wholesome cooking threads? what?

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[selfconcept]

[ Hien would have been fine with the quiet atmosphere, but then Fandaniel speaks up and he raises his head. ]

What did he say? He wouldn't tell me anything...

[trollophoroi]

He was very excited about it, as far as I could tell. I've sent him along my earlier work to see if he has any feedback before I send the rest.

[ Just a test of his roommate's knowledge, nothing more. ]

Ah, though... you may want to advise him not to share your actual name.

[selfconcept]

[ The roommate would be sending such in-depth feedback and be excited... Hien can guess that's what will happen when he opens his email to that.

But then Hien pauses with the eel preparations when Fandaniel mentions that last part. He resumes though, not much later on. ]

I guess that's expected. I never told him my in-game name.

[trollophoroi]

[ They'll be the nerdiest and most difficult-to-comprehend correspondence of all time, truly. ]

Not really the name I anticipated. [ Chatty roomie, Hien, better talk to him. ] Have you considered changing it?

[selfconcept]

[ Roomie has no shame in being nerdy about the things he likes, fortunately.

Hien shrugs. It's the usual response he gets regarding his name. ]

Can't change it even if I wanted to.

[ wobbles hand something something politics ]

[trollophoroi]

[ There's an annoyed huff from Fandaniel. ]

Can you truly change nothing about your own life? Please. Stop acting so miserably helpless. You can change your name. In fact, you should! Moreso, you should quit this god-awful job!

[selfconcept]

Rest assured. If I could, I would have done it already. Having this "name" makes it harder on me for so many things and that was probably the purpose when I got unpersoned and became an entirely different person. If the government is the only one that can officially "rename" me, then they won't allow it.

[ ... ]

If I quit then who'd be able to handle all of you?

[trollophoroi]

I'm not sure I could call what you do handling us so much as tormenting yourself.

[ Why suffer so much for this job? Seriously? But... unpersoned? Could that even be done? How? ]

You should give yourself a name, anyway. Be Hien for real if you like.

[ He supposedly chose the username, so why not? Although, that isn't ultimately what Fandaniel has on his mind. If he's being honest about how things are for him... He brings out what he'll need for the ramen broth and begins fiddling with that. Keep busy, don't turn and look at Hien, even as he asks after those last few grumbled sentences, ]

If things are that bad for you, would you leave that world for another? Start a new life, given the chance?

cw suicidal ideation

[selfconcept]

Are you talking about VR escapism? Why do you think I'm here all the time? I don't like talking about what-ifs.

[ But he shrugs, going back preparing eels. ]

... But in seriousness, no. I think I'm done.

[trollophoroi]

[ Ah, there it is. It's hideous how alike the two of them are in these cases and rather than act horrified, Fandaniel just lets out a laugh. ]

Of course, you would be like that. [ There's no surprise, either. Really, it seems to fit. ] But you like it here, don't you? When you're in the game, being Hien?

[selfconcept]

Mm. I don't like the aspect of people treating me like I'm a god that can solve any problem and then people getting mad at me for defying their self-placed expectations. But if I were someone else, I'd hate "Hien" too.

[ Like how he could fight people all he wanted? And kill all he wanted? Without legal consequences. That's great, tbh. ]

[trollophoroi]

I, for one, do not mind Hien. You must realize that by now.

[ Or else he'd be out of the guild already, not invited to this dinner, not allowed in this kitchen. He turns from his own work to stare ponderously at Hien a moment, considering... ]

What if you let someone else take over?

[selfconcept]

[ Thanks, bro......... ]

I can't.

[ That answer comes a little too fast for his liking, but he's still under plague in this thread, so. ]

I need to keep this job.

[ Yet he keeps toeing the line of being fired and whatnot... if this was a normal company, anyway. ]

[trollophoroi]

[ That plague... He could push. He could try and drag an answer out of Hien. But! But, and Hien is very lucky here, he doesn't want to finish the eels. Gutting fish is such a trial and, so, Fandaniel only watches Hien a moment longer before turning away again. ]

Yes, well, if you ever change your mind, let me know.

[ He will not clarify what that even means. Instead, he adds as though the rest of this conversation never even happened, ]

Would you like to make some small appetizers for the party? You know, little things for people to snack on while they get settled.

[selfconcept]

... Ah. Yeah.

[ He thought the conversation would have continued, but... it doesn't? Fandaniel isn't pushing him? Huh?? This guy continues to defy all expectations Hien usually has of people. ]

I'll make those little pie things. Coro... Colo... whatever. They're small, bite-sized pies.

[ Hien eventually finishes preparing the eels to be grilled. ]

How many do you think we'll need?

[trollophoroi]

[ He can't quit. That tells him enough, doesn't it? There's a reason he's stuck with the job; too stubborn to quit or something CC Corp has done? Sinc he isn't asking, he won't know, so! ]

I would normally say twenty would be fine but Misteaks is attending, meaning you may want to make forty instead.

[ They can focus on little pies instead. ]

[selfconcept]

[ Forty freaking coronation pies. Hien isn't surprised, since he related to being a black hole for food, but. Hm. ]

Forty, then. I'll make them very delicious, so I hope the follow up is just as equally delicious, if not more.

[trollophoroi]

Oh, don't you worry. Anything that I cook is sure to be the star of the show.

[ And so they cook (a lot, it's a lot of cooking, like damn). ]