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]

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.]