[ Hey! Wicked's currently relaxing on this big boy, idly flipping through a book before she peers up at Hot Pants.
It's modern. Blue and yellow... browns and lots of cute stuffed animals and pillows, because in the opinion of a 30 year-old man and a 22 year-old jock that's what girls like. But near the window is a computer with a mixing system and keyboard piano beside it. Fairy lights hang overhead with polaroid pictures.
There's also a mini-fridge. Aymeric came in clutch, she might actually be in love with him.
She sits up, takes a glance, and nods her head. ]
Yeah, actually, it's not too bad. A lot better than most of the shitholes I've lived in.
You guys did a good job. The whole thing was really cute to watch.
[ They’re probably just some ones of people around the prism — they definitely are. People she’s close to, so Hot Pants is likely up there; the only exception being Damien because he doesn’t like pictures. :(
I’m sorry there’s none of your girlfriend. ]
I mean it’s whatever. Just inspires me what to decorate my place when I’m outta here. Don’t wanna be comfortable in this place in case they try sucking us in.
[ She then gestures at the room. Her bed has a ton of pillows on it, she’s got a desk and chair, plus some other bean bags she can relax in. ]
Take a seat. Let’s chat. Tell me how it’s been goin’ for you in this shit Prism.
I can imagine. I mean — we saw most of what went down. All it took was a little concentration and we could be watching you all the entire time during trials and whatever… when you guys three parties and played games.
Town Halls were fun. It was cute when y’all were guessing where the fuck the ass chart came from… and then assumed it was us? Wild.
Get this! This fuckin’ Applebees? It was like our little version of a medbay. Sit there and eat some wings and suddenly my broken arm, slashed forehead, and gut wound were all gone. Which I really needed cause I was fucked up at that point.
[ Yeah! Those thingies. Plus the real world in general cause that means her bastard family is still out there living. ]
Hm… I’m thinking of going with Damien. And he’s being really pissy about it, too, because he mentioned that we’ve got no proof that we’ll just be able to go from one world to another.
… [ She sits up, her expression serious. ] Don’t tell him or Crow about this, okay?
I… Can’t really just follow them. Not now, at least, ‘cause I gotta get back to my friends and help them out of Redo.
The shitty part is that I might not be comin’ back, though. Me or Marie.
The easiest way out is by killing the Singularity Point — which is me. Otherwise… well, the only other option is going up against the god of Redo and she’s way too fucking strong. Even if I’m the strongest Musician there’s no doubt she’d be able to beat me, too.
There’s no way I’m letting any of you in there. It’s fucked. If you’re not conscious enough you could end up brainwashed, and then there’s the possibility that just listening to songs by the new Musicians might fuck with you, too.
If that happens you might break from the inside out.
[ She’s about to say it’s fine? It’s whatever? Shit happens? This is kinda what she deserves, anyway?
She freezes, her body tense before it relaxes; affection had always been like a blade hidden behind the soft pretense of safety. Her mother would come to hold her in her arms and only resume her abuse quickly after — it skewed her perspective of it completely.
But time spent here has helped. She’s adapted, realized that not everyone here is looking to harm her. It’s still a bit unfamiliar, bit scary, but she allows it soon enough. Being held isn’t so bad, especially when there’s the possibility that it may be the last time she’ll be embraced in a life that so feverishly hated her. ]
[It's not her fault. It's not her fault at all. Wicked told her what she'd been through, and it makes her heart hurt all the more, to think that she'll return, and there might not be a happy ending.]
[It's unfair.]
[It's so unfair.]
[She doesn't let go.]
You deserve to be happy. I want nothing more than that for you.
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WEEK 7 THURSDAY
...Do you like this place?
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It's modern. Blue and yellow... browns and lots of cute stuffed animals and pillows, because in the opinion of a 30 year-old man and a 22 year-old jock that's what girls like. But near the window is a computer with a mixing system and keyboard piano beside it. Fairy lights hang overhead with polaroid pictures.
There's also a mini-fridge. Aymeric came in clutch, she might actually be in love with him.
She sits up, takes a glance, and nods her head. ]
Yeah, actually, it's not too bad. A lot better than most of the shitholes I've lived in.
You guys did a good job. The whole thing was really cute to watch.
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[She's reaching up just to look at some of the pictures hanging here.]
It's too bad it's all in a place like this. The Prism, I mean.
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I’m sorry there’s none of your girlfriend. ]
I mean it’s whatever. Just inspires me what to decorate my place when I’m outta here. Don’t wanna be comfortable in this place in case they try sucking us in.
[ She then gestures at the room. Her bed has a ton of pillows on it, she’s got a desk and chair, plus some other bean bags she can relax in. ]
Take a seat. Let’s chat. Tell me how it’s been goin’ for you in this shit Prism.
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That's true. But doesn't mean you can't enjoy it for what it is for now.
[She moves to take a seat on a bean bag nearby, stretching out her legs.]
Well, its been...well. Shit. But for the most part, even with everything...there's been good moments, too.
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I can imagine. I mean — we saw most of what went down. All it took was a little concentration and we could be watching you all the entire time during trials and whatever… when you guys three parties and played games.
It looked like you were having fun most days.
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So I've heard. Town halls, too. Honestly, with a good group of people...I guess you really can have nice times in a place that seems to love murder.
[She tilts her head.]
Was it fun over at that..."Applebees"?
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Town Halls were fun. It was cute when y’all were guessing where the fuck the ass chart came from… and then assumed it was us? Wild.
Get this! This fuckin’ Applebees? It was like our little version of a medbay. Sit there and eat some wings and suddenly my broken arm, slashed forehead, and gut wound were all gone. Which I really needed cause I was fucked up at that point.
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That was....something.
[She blinks SHE IS NOT GOING TO REMEMBER ASS CHART]
What? So...food fixed your injuries? That's...a lot. Wait, why were you injured? Was it from that adventure you went on with November?
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But yuuuuuup. Nearly died to a giant bird bitch who slammed planets onto my ass. [ A slight pause. ] Did he tell you that we saw you there, too?
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...What? No, he didn't.
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[ Hm… ]
Well… you can ask him about it. It was a bit personal for all of us, and it didn’t help that we were all coughing up flowers at the same time.
Crow, Jiuqing, you, and Malik were there. It was… a lot, to say the least.
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[So this is. News. Huh. She's frowning a little.]
[Also I hope there were a lot of love flowers being coughed up, looks at the doctors and Marie/Crow.]
That's how adventures are in this place. They use people you like against you.
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That’s what I assumed after the first round. Damien comin’ back and saying he saw a version of me that bit into his throat.
I just can’t wait to leave this place in the dust… I’ve had my fair share of shitty worlds, but this one is —
[ A brief pause. ]
Yeah. It’s probably the third worse.
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[That's right. her virtual worlds.]
...Where are you planning to go, after this? If you could go anywhere.
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Hm… I’m thinking of going with Damien. And he’s being really pissy about it, too, because he mentioned that we’ve got no proof that we’ll just be able to go from one world to another.
… [ She sits up, her expression serious. ] Don’t tell him or Crow about this, okay?
I… Can’t really just follow them. Not now, at least, ‘cause I gotta get back to my friends and help them out of Redo.
The shitty part is that I might not be comin’ back, though. Me or Marie.
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[Her expression darkens a little, frowning.]
What do you mean by that? That you might not be coming back? That you'll die in the process?
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There’s a chance.
The easiest way out is by killing the Singularity Point — which is me. Otherwise… well, the only other option is going up against the god of Redo and she’s way too fucking strong. Even if I’m the strongest Musician there’s no doubt she’d be able to beat me, too.
They’d just be lambs to the slaughter.
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Is it possible for any of us to go with you to help you?
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She shakes her head. ]
There’s no way I’m letting any of you in there. It’s fucked. If you’re not conscious enough you could end up brainwashed, and then there’s the possibility that just listening to songs by the new Musicians might fuck with you, too.
If that happens you might break from the inside out.
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[She takes that all in, pensive.]
So...there's no guarantee that any of us might see you again?
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… Sorry.
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[She's standing up...and then walking over to pull her into a hug.]
cw: domestic abuse
[ She’s about to say it’s fine? It’s whatever? Shit happens? This is kinda what she deserves, anyway?
She freezes, her body tense before it relaxes; affection had always been like a blade hidden behind the soft pretense of safety. Her mother would come to hold her in her arms and only resume her abuse quickly after — it skewed her perspective of it completely.
But time spent here has helped. She’s adapted, realized that not everyone here is looking to harm her. It’s still a bit unfamiliar, bit scary, but she allows it soon enough. Being held isn’t so bad, especially when there’s the possibility that it may be the last time she’ll be embraced in a life that so feverishly hated her. ]
… Sorry. I’m really sorry.
[ She wraps her arms around her loosely. ]
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[It's not her fault. It's not her fault at all. Wicked told her what she'd been through, and it makes her heart hurt all the more, to think that she'll return, and there might not be a happy ending.]
[It's unfair.]
[It's so unfair.]
[She doesn't let go.]
You deserve to be happy. I want nothing more than that for you.
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