[ here we are in clown town, where mephisto unfortunately looks like an appropriate part of the scenery. he's just kind of wandering around looking at the rides and food options... and might be eating a stick of crappy cotton candy whenever scara catches his eye. ]
If you're looking for rides without a height requirement, I can show you around to a few.
[Hell is empty and all the clowns are on clown island...
Though he's not dressed for the part, this clown is also here, just perusing around and trying to rule out that anything here is worth revisiting for. So far, he's at 0 out of Everything. Never coming back to this hell again.
He also absolutely hasn't been paying attention to the ride height requirements, so he's having YET ANOTHER MOMENT OF "I'm being insulted But How".]
Excuse me—? Why is it always you noodle people that have something to say about my height.
I'd hate to be that green-haired woman, then. [ETO IS SOOO TINY HELP HER. In any case, at the second part, he somewhat warily eyes both this clown and his cotton candy for a moment.]
The eventual outcome seemed obvious to me. Why bother sticking around for the spectacle leading up to it? I'm no voyeur.
[ notices him looking at the cotton candy and takes another bite...! ]
You didn't have any interest in seeing just how an already-deceased person dies a second time? Besides, there were some rather unexpected things that happened with both of their shadows.
Not particularly. Everything else so far as worked more or less the way it did when we were alive, and if there was any glaring exception, one of the bleeding hearts here would have told me about it.
[Tragically he's correct considering he did in fact get a rundown of the execution that he didn't even ASK FOR.]
I heard, in any case. Some form of possession in the later stages? A shadow scythe arm, something like that.
[He did stay long enough to see them first appear and start hurling insults, but the rest was A Surprise.]
And yet, we're right back to petty tricks and annoyances.
[They only bust out the real torture on the weekends... just like a frat house. He makes a bit of a face at this, though, considering he probably Should watch what happens at least once, but. Like. He already hates being trapped for nine hours straight the day before.]
Well. There's bound to be an encore, so maybe I'll stick around to watch the finale next time.
We're very much just like that as a group. [SAID WITHOUT HESITATION he has no faith in humanity and especially no faith in this fuckin group.]
But it's in the nature of most people to do whatever they can to preserve their life, even if in this case, they've already lost it. Given how stupidly they tend to act in desperation, it's really only a matter of time before more act.
week 1, monday
If you're looking for rides without a height requirement, I can show you around to a few.
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Though he's not dressed for the part, this clown is also here, just perusing around and trying to rule out that anything here is worth revisiting for. So far, he's at 0 out of Everything. Never coming back to this hell again.
He also absolutely hasn't been paying attention to the ride height requirements, so he's having YET ANOTHER MOMENT OF "I'm being insulted But How".]
Excuse me—? Why is it always you noodle people that have something to say about my height.
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[ he takes a bite of his cotton candy, which as it turns is pretty easy to eat while talking since it just dissolves almost immediately. ]
I noticed you didn't stick around for much of the show yesterday.
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I'd hate to be that green-haired woman, then. [ETO IS SOOO TINY HELP HER. In any case, at the second part, he somewhat warily eyes both this clown and his cotton candy for a moment.]
The eventual outcome seemed obvious to me. Why bother sticking around for the spectacle leading up to it? I'm no voyeur.
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You didn't have any interest in seeing just how an already-deceased person dies a second time? Besides, there were some rather unexpected things that happened with both of their shadows.
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Not particularly. Everything else so far as worked more or less the way it did when we were alive, and if there was any glaring exception, one of the bleeding hearts here would have told me about it.
[Tragically he's correct considering he did in fact get a rundown of the execution that he didn't even ASK FOR.]
I heard, in any case. Some form of possession in the later stages? A shadow scythe arm, something like that.
[He did stay long enough to see them first appear and start hurling insults, but the rest was A Surprise.]
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It was a marked tonal shift following a week of petty tricks and annoyances.
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[They only bust out the real torture on the weekends... just like a frat house. He makes a bit of a face at this, though, considering he probably Should watch what happens at least once, but. Like. He already hates being trapped for nine hours straight the day before.]
Well. There's bound to be an encore, so maybe I'll stick around to watch the finale next time.
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[ he doesn't seem like he disagrees at all, just curious to hear what someone else thinks. ]
Because what Mr. Barnes said about the competition and the prize will be on everyone's minds now? Or because we're just kind of like that as a group?
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But it's in the nature of most people to do whatever they can to preserve their life, even if in this case, they've already lost it. Given how stupidly they tend to act in desperation, it's really only a matter of time before more act.
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Ready for six or whatever more weeks where we have to throw nine hours of our un-lives away?
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Not how I'd prefer to spend my days, to be sure... particularly if your delightful roommate is going to go around sniffing everyone's feet again.
But it isn't so long in the grand scheme of things, is it?
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[HE HATES AKIRA SO BAD. GOD. EVERY DAY IS A CURSE this is why he never spends any time in his room, Akira is just there with his foot fetish.
Anyway, in response to THAT, which is in fact extremely true - he just makes a sour face.]
Those nine hours alone felt like they could have lasted an entire human lifetime.