superhell pcs: date

[teufelshund]

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[teufelshund]

We've learned an important lesson here today.

[psynchronise]

Laziness is the way to go?

[teufelshund]

[ he puts an arm around date's shoulders. ]

Indeed!

[ ...and maybe strokes his hair a little. ]

[psynchronise]

[ touch week, yo. he just leans his head against mephisto’s shoulder. ]

Would’ve got us our drinks quicker, that’s for sure.

[ …………. ]

Shit, we could’ve spiked these.

[teufelshund]

[ touch week!!! he keeps stroking his hair. ]

If you really wanted to risk any of those weird side effects on a Thursday night, yes, we could have.

[psynchronise]

Isn’t there one that doesn’t do anything this week? Like… there’s the one that messes with your memory, the one that makes you want to fight god, and…. the [ frowns ] Santa one. But there’s that last one that doesn’t seem to do anything?

[teufelshund]

There is, but it's another lemony one. Doesn't sound so great with chocolate and cream.

The Santa one probably would have tasted pretty great in this, though, actually.

[psynchronise]

There’s a market for lemon chocolate and lemon cream, isn’t there? But maybe not all together. The point is it’d be alcoholic though— that’s a plus.

… Yeah but then we’d have to deal with seeing Santa. [ honestly? could be worse. ]

[teufelshund]

Correct. Which is why it's not in there.

[ pets. ]

Anyway, I'm not ruining my perfect cocoa success with lemon. I suppose we can always hit the bar before lockdown time if you really want to go back out into the cold that badly, though.

[psynchronise]

I really don’t.

[ it is cold out there. no. he’s had enough of that. ]

Maybe Malibu can get his hands on something not cursed to lace future drinks with. Because now I’ve thought about it, I want to try it.

[teufelshund]

That's what I thought.

They should be able to. They have normal alcohol at the trial and execution bars, after all.

[psynchronise]

[ they really just set themselves up for sitting room curfew early, huh? date isn't moving until he has to get snacks. or he gets shoved off, one or the other. ]

Perk of the job, I expect. It'd be rude and insensitive to bring hot chocolate to the inevitable trial this weekend for them to spike.

[ it would definitely be rude and insenstive. ] But I might ask Malibu for a bottle of something to bring back.

[teufelshund]

[ well, he does eventually need to run back and grab his pillow, but that can wait until closer to the snack run. so, no shoving. ]

Rude to whom, the victim?

[ the hand that's been stroking his hair moves to give him a little poke in the cheek. ]

Tell you what, if I'm dead tomorrow morning, you have my full blessing to bring hot chocolate to the trial and have them spike it.

[psynchronise]

Some things just are, y’know.

[ looks over my glasses at you do not death flag me 80 minutes before body reveal thank you. ]

Sounds like a deal. If I show up dead, spike a hot chocolate for me and drink it through a stupid straw.

[teufelshund]

[ i don't know what you're talking about ]

Ooh, yes, add the straw into the deal for me too.

[psynchronise]

[ what if i stopped tagging you out of spite. ]

Deal.

Try not dying though. Tripping at the finish line would be embarrassing.

[teufelshund]

[ what if you did ]

I'll see what I can do.

[psynchronise]

[ TCH. ]

Although if we could predict these things, there'd be a lot more of us left alive.

[teufelshund]

Maybe so.

[ well. "alive", but. ]

...When you spoke with Satan before, did you ask him about where the dead are? He told me that those of us on this side are in a sort of pocket dimension that was broken off from the other.

[psynchronise]

[ pictured: me dropping the ball very hard on messaging satan ]

… Like a purgatory?

[teufelshund]

[ looks at my grand total of three audience threads this game, looks away ]

More like a playpen with very high walls, maybe.

In any case, I don't think they're really that much more "dead" than we are. And speaking as something of an expert on pocket dimensions, it shouldn't be impossible to travel in both directions if you have the right key. The claims that they may still be able to attend the party with the rest of us certainly line up with that.

And it sounds like it may be just some poor wording in the rules that would keep them from any chance at winning the competition itself.

[psynchronise]

[ sometimes everything happens so much and also you're sleepy. ]

A playpen with alcohol in. Interesting playpen.

[ hm. ] So we're all just the same, but in different spaces. And there could be a way to bring them back here?

[teufelshund]

That's how I interpreted the muddled answers I was given, at least. ...Well. More like we'll all eventually end up over there once the party's over and all the losers are permanently assigned to hell.

...Though I'm still not ready to accept that even the basic premise of the whole "hell" thing is accurate. Blue Hawaiian referred to something as a "glitch" once, and while it could have just been a figure of speech, it does make me a little more inclined to look into the VR theory.

[psynchronise]

I figured that much already. It's been pretty clear the chance to win is low, and the likelihood of ending up on the other side is high. But it's about having that chance, right?

[ hmmm. ]

VR? Like... looks real but isn't?

[teufelshund]

Yes, exactly. As I recall, Miss Song suggested something of the sort when we first arrived here.

[ sips his cocoa. ]

There's not a lot of evidence to support it, but there's some. The memories are another thing; the "demons" indicated that they couldn't see all of the conversations we had with one another here, but that they did have the ability to rewatch the scenes that played from our memories that week. It made it sound as if those scenes were recorded and played from somewhere rather than coming straight from our memories.