[how is it that they contact each other again? fuck, I don't know, but chuuya has called them all into his swank-ass office, which still only has three chairs, because there are two people he likes in this room and he is one of them.]
Alright, listen up, we've got a fucking problem. Apparently Grayson had some kind of vision of himself dying sort of like how you two did-- [gesturing to carlos & polly-] and had the distinct feeling that if he didn't fuck, he'd die. Thing is, he should already have been safe on the 'fuck or get torn apart' rule.
So if any of you know anything about this, start talking. Especially you, Polly.
[waves vaguely in the direction of npc privileges or something
anyway-- carlos is a Gentleman and nathan and polly, unfortunately, will get the seats. it's fine? it's fine. as for other things that are fine: this.]
—Wait, what? [EXCUSE??] The information we received said anyone who has sex should be safe. I'm not calling him a liar, but... Is Dick a hundred percent sure of what he felt? And if not, then why the hell didn't we know about this?
[So, like. As it turns out? Melting to death is just as horrific the third time it happens, even with several histories between himself and the versions of him that never made it out of the decontamination room.
Getting shanked by a member of the mafia is an entirely new one, though.
He's scrambling to push himself up to his knees as soon as he comes to, the water lapping at his feet while he tries to remember how he ended up here. It's only after a moment that the past few minutes of his life come rushing back at him, and he flops over to sit on the sand. God. What the actual fuck. Glancing around to spot a certain thotty ghost—]
—Polly?
[THOT HOST, WHERE ARE YOU................. She might have, like. Super murdered him and put their friends in danger, but getting melted is a heck of a way to go? So there is A Fragment of concern here.]
[Clink clink, bitch. He's going to squint into the wine glass like it might hold the secrets to the universe, or maybe just give him an epiphany from a timeline where their roles don't play fast and loose with their lives.]
You're not the only one who told them to be careful. [He's. Weary.] I've already warned them that they don't want to find out about the penalty. They won't be able to help if they get dispatched...
[Tragically, the wine glass holds no answers. Bad? Anyway— To confirm.]
[He starts to say something, but— Speaking! Of which! He huffs out a laugh.]
That's not surprising. [Counterproductive, but not surprising.] It took us several histories before he was completely honest with us back in our world.
[so i guess for this chuuya has to drag carlos out to another part of the ship bc of nothing showing up in the offices?? nobody mind the dead npc being here shh it's fine. the lounge is empty whenever this happens to be, and chuuya is pouring drinks.]
Still holding up over there? No problem children, anything like that?
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w1, tuesday
Alright, listen up, we've got a fucking problem. Apparently Grayson had some kind of vision of himself dying sort of like how you two did-- [gesturing to carlos & polly-] and had the distinct feeling that if he didn't fuck, he'd die. Thing is, he should already have been safe on the 'fuck or get torn apart' rule.
So if any of you know anything about this, start talking. Especially you, Polly.
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anyway-- carlos is a Gentleman and nathan and polly, unfortunately, will get the seats. it's fine? it's fine. as for other things that are fine: this.]
—Wait, what? [EXCUSE??] The information we received said anyone who has sex should be safe. I'm not calling him a liar, but... Is Dick a hundred percent sure of what he felt? And if not, then why the hell didn't we know about this?
PUTS HAND OVER DATE (it's w0 sunday)
Getting shanked by a member of the mafia is an entirely new one, though.
He's scrambling to push himself up to his knees as soon as he comes to, the water lapping at his feet while he tries to remember how he ended up here. It's only after a moment that the past few minutes of his life come rushing back at him, and he flops over to sit on the sand. God. What the actual fuck. Glancing around to spot a certain thotty ghost—]
—Polly?
[THOT HOST, WHERE ARE YOU................. She might have, like. Super murdered him and put their friends in danger, but getting melted is a heck of a way to go? So there is A Fragment of concern here.]
w2, thursday.
He's literally deleting the sexy selfie as he shows up in here, frowning.]
Got your message. Did something happen?
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[He's already pouring a second wineglass for Carlos.]
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Not as well as I'd hoped. I imagine you're asking because it's the same for you?
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[Just reaching over to clink their glasses together once Carlos is done sipping, there.]
I told them to be careful with their info-- and the ones that aren't spilling shit are maybe playing it too close.
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You're not the only one who told them to be careful. [He's. Weary.] I've already warned them that they don't want to find out about the penalty. They won't be able to help if they get dispatched...
[Tragically, the wine glass holds no answers. Bad? Anyway— To confirm.]
Who are we looking at?
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[speaking! of which!]
You know, apparently Junpei found out both of his roommates and still didn't let on?
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That's not surprising. [Counterproductive, but not surprising.] It took us several histories before he was completely honest with us back in our world.
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[he sighs, taking a looong sip.]
He knows who at least one is thanks to getting a hit, but I don't think he's gotten it out of them yet. Who knows if he'll tell them, either...
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... It's going to be a problem if he doesn't let himself trust the others. They need to work together to get the best results.
memshare week, chuuya & carlos
Still holding up over there? No problem children, anything like that?
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Would you believe me if I said everyone's been on their best behavior?