Hitori Kakurenbo

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[This is the only thing the Network will allow you to access on the 29th.

Characters who are participating in the game may make new threads. Characters who are not participating may only reply to threads, not make new ones. There are no filters present. The cell phones the participating characters have are capable of voice, video, and text communication.

The cell phones have a disturbing tendency to film things on their own, from a character talking to themselves while hiding to a character's messy death.]

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[knightime]

Lucky for me, I'd pop right back up if that's the case. [He lets out a shuddered breath as he tries to roll to his side. Maybe he can...move. Ow. Okay, shitty idea.] They wanted me to give someone's spot away. They fucking kidding me? [He sounds surprisingly happy about that. Of course he knows this means he'll be waking up somewhere else with whatever penalties this place has to offer. But he felt pretty damn happy that he didn't take a douchebag's way out.] What are you doing? Besides talking to this careless fuck.

[restitchtime]

Yeah, you didn't sell out to the possessed stuffed toys. Good job. [but she almost sounds like she means it. loyalty's important.]

What's it matter to you? Not like you could come stop me if it was something you didn't like.

[knightime]

They can suck my dick. If they want to find someone else they can do it the hard way. [He knows. He's picked up on it slightly. And he appreciated it. He wasn't sure if it was in his voice because it was impossibly hard to keep your voice devoid of emotion when you were dying.]

Small talk. I...I just need someone to talk to I guess. Usually dying wasn't this long. Or painful. But, that's just how they'd want to deal with me I guess. Making shit excruciatingly terrible for me. Well, bring it. [Except he hopes she doesn't stop talking to him. Out of some selfish need, he need someone to talk to him. Just for a little bit. Because lying in this creepy kitchen by himself was just unsettling. And he's far enough to actually admit it. Kind of.]

[restitchtime]

You better've given them the bootstrap lecture before they went to town on you.

Trying to avoid existential reflections of your fuckups, huh? Guess beggars really can't be choosers if you're asking to keep talking with me. [but she's not going to stop. Rose is cold, but she's not even close to the glacial temperature needed to disconnect on a dying alternate version of her brother.]

[knightime]

I tried, but they didn't want to hear any of it. Assuming they even listen.

[There's a pained sigh.] I guess I'm tired of dying by myself. It gets a little lackluster and if I'm gonna be completely honest, it sucks. You're not Lalonde, but I still like talking to you. You're still Rose, and fuck alternate bullshit, that still means something. And you're going to hold that over my head for pretty much fucking ever, but I can't even give a fuck right now.

[There's some struggle. He's propped himself up as best he could against the cabinets. He wasn't going to die lying on the floor at the very least.] Here I thought that movies made people talk too much while they were dying. I'll never make fun of that ever again.

[restitchtime]

What else are they supposed to do, draw pictures with their blood on the floor? [she chuckles a little, but there's no humor in the sound]

But christ, we're going to have to get you a fucking helmet if you've died enough that you don't even care about me ragging on you for all eternity. I like having one over on any Dave in the universe just fine, but it kind of loses its appeal when it's just being thrown at me.

[knightime]

Too bad they're only filled with rice. If they figured out a way to properly draw via rice grains, then color me impressed.

Usually death in the session didn't end up with being skinned alive. I think I'll take that as an exception for once. You'll find something to toss over my head soon enough. I'm notorious for fucking up dumb things.

[restitchtime]

Yeah, I can tell. I'm going to have to keep tabs on you and make sure that you don't get your head stuck in a fucking oven or something, christ. [and even though she says it as a joke, Rose sort of means it. she did the same sort of peripheral checking up with her friends in the game, even if she won't admit that's what it was.]

[knightime]

Too bad. Head in the oven isn't gonna happen since I don't ever plan on using one. I'll just swoon and admire everyone else who can cook using one. You know Bro. The kitchen was more of a warzone then anything. [Dave's ability to cook is basically being divided by zero. It just doesn't really exist.] Now that I think about it, I wonder what would have happened if I hid in the oven. [He laughs a bit, but it just sounds hollow and pained. He would have mentioned something about being cooked alive instead, but that was just sad. Joking about dying while you were fighting to just live an extra minutes wasn't even ironic anymore. It was just another reminder that he couldn't accept his mortality.]

[restitchtime]

Ugh, don't remind me. There's a reason I've been making my own meals for as long as I can remember. Guess that means I'll have to pencil you in for some heavy duty swooning over me after all this is over, huh? [she sighs and, although he can't see it, runs a hand through her hair. being tall enough to reach the counters and do her own cooking was a good day indeed.]

Too late to wonder about that. You didn't, and that's really all there is to it.

[knightime]

Consider me completely smitten by your amazing prowess in the field of oven using.

Yeah, you're right about that. I'm too tired to care anyways. So if I just stop talking or something, it's because I'm a rude enough asshole to fall asleep on a conversation. No apologies either.

[restitchtime]

Get in line. My legendary domestic abilities have attracted admirers from all corners of paradox space.

You won't hear me complaining. If you pass out I think the conversation'll improve by at least thirty percent.

[knightime]

Damn. Looks like I got to keep them at bay. Who the fuck said they were allowed to get near you. You're officially going to be locked into a tower. Grow your hair out and shit. Good thing that we're already stuck in a shitty tower.

I just didn't want you to put it against me. I can't let my reputation for life of the party be ruined.

[restitchtime]

You're a little too late to be my prince charming and cast me as the leading damsel in your little fairytale fantasy. I've got a lunatic waiting for me at home who's got that covered and I don't think he'd appreciate you muscling in.

Oh, by all means keep your precious rep. It won't be too hard to find something else to hold against you.

[knightime]

Wow, lunatic? Yeah, I'm not gonna bother. This place will eventually spit us back out once it gets bored anyways.

Guess that's true. I do have the tendency to fuck shit up. [His voice is getting quieter.]

[restitchtime]

Like I'm going to just sit around and wait for this shithole to send me back. You fuckers can keep playing Murder Of The Week, but I'm going to take the express ride out.

Not like I'm complaining. It just makes me job a hell of a lot easier. [she hears that and knows what it signifies. her voice gets a little tighter but otherwise she doesn't change anything. there's no reason to get choked up, that didn't do anything but make her look bad.]

[knightime]

Man, does time even pass in this place? I fucking doubt it. [Dave isn't sure if he's looking forward to three years on a meteor with a bunch of trolls and Rose.]

Gonna just end this shit man. The whole suspense thing is getting boring. [Now if he can find where that stupid device even dropped. Ugh, stupid teddy bear could have at least gave him back his stupid communicator or whatever the hell this thing is before leaving him here.]

[restitchtime]

Yeah, you've kind of worn out the bleeding to death card by now. [she sighs, and it's equal parts resignation and sadness]

I'm starting the timer now, ok? You take too long and I'm entitled to cracking a couple bones.

[knightime]

Apparently Striders are chock full of it. You'd think we'd be less pasty, but surprise.

I don't know when I'll be back. I guess after this game ends. I'm just gonna outtie now though. [There's some scraping sounds as Dave reaches for his device. There might have been a quiet or muffled thanks before he shuts the feed off.]