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[spectacularluck]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 45, early afternoon
Where: Everywhere

[ You've had your time to exchange candy and spooky stories, and the game has come to an end! Everyone who took part received a bag of candy to take to their train, as a bonus reward for the entertainment. Shortly before the game setting can fade away, Finn's going to declare the winners:

Thyme, Senna, Jasmine, and Clover ]

Aaand that's a wrap. With any luck, you guys had some actual fun. Don't forget to brush your teeth and, huh ... enjoy the candy?

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[schrodingerscockroach]

[Only three memories this time.]

[So the first one is just proof absolute will let horrible things happen for the greater good. And he knows terrifying doctors.]

[On the other hand, he bickers with Tucker like an old married couple and also it's weird no one's found them after a ship crash.]

[Finally, there's definitely a...stark contrast in Dusk and his memories. Some memories are pretty close, if with him being more goofy, but that could easily be due to age. But most of his later ones are him being more cold, more of an asshole, a lot more prone to seriousness. There is a reason for that and blowing up the dead body of an old friend is certainly part of it.]

[bluediligence]

[ godDAMN today is fired ]

[ She watches them all with him, withholding judgement despite her knee-jerk ugh, no reaction to the idea of torture. The bickering makes her smile a little. But the last memory ... ]

... Do you want some hot chocolate? The good stuff.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Y E A H. Emily sure is a thing. But he also knows there's something Weird going on, but not quite what.]

[But that last one. That last one.]

[His expression is utterly blani, staring at the screen. It takes a few moments to respond.]

What?

[bluediligence]

[ It's understandable … it's only been a day or two since he was telling her about his friendship with York and Delta, and now — now he's remembered that. She can't imagine how he must be feeling. ]

Hot chocolate. Do you want some? [ She reaches out, her hand hovering just over his. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He didn't project a lot of reactions.]

[But god, could he feel them.]

[And he wants to run, shut down, just get away from everything and...and....]

[He doesn't know.]

[He stares at her hand because he wants to pull away, he wants to take it, he wants-he wants-]

Hot...hot chocolate? Right? [Sounds very distracted. Because he's trying to remain present and its real hard.]

[bluediligence]

Right. Hot chocolate. The real stuff, you know? [ She edges her hand slowly, slowly forward, until the tips of their fingers are touching. ] With whipped cream and some strawberries on the side.

We could make it together, Dusk.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He doesn't pull away, at least.]

Make...yeah. Yeah, making something... [Gives him something to do, to focus on instead of memories.]

[Standing up and heading for the kitchen.]

[bluediligence]

... Yeah.

[ She walks along with him, concerned by the daze but not willing to push too hard, too fast. He can talk about it if he wants to, when he's ready to. ]

And then we can go find sunset.

[ Sets out the chocolate. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Hm.

[He's unsure if the cat will help this feeling, but for now, he's focusing on the hot chocolate. Getting out some milk and a pot to heat it all in. It means he needs to focus, don't want it to foam over.]

[bluediligence]

Mm.

[ Chops the chocolate as fine as she can, mindful not to slip with the sharp knife. ]

We could talk. Or not, it's up to you; I'm here for you either way.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He doesn't answer right away, focused on the milk.]

I don't know yet.

[He really, really doesn't want to. But Faito has always been a comforting presence and he knows he technically should.]

[time5kip]

[ Well that sure is something. This time he's actually paying attention to the memories shown on the screen, so he actually follows each of them. ]

You okay?

[schrodingerscockroach]

No.

[Because nothing of what happened on screen was okay.]

[His voice and face are lacking all emotion because that's the only way he's gonna even begin to process what just happened.]

Agent York and I were teammates. Friends. Delta and I were friends.

Why was I acting like a stranger?

[Because that's weird and doesn't make sense and also a lot easier to touch then the fact he blew up his friend's dead body because his friend is dead.]

[time5kip]

Disassociation. That's how it works.

[schrodingerscockroach]

That would be more comforting if I hadn't already gone through my disassociation coping methods.

Did it in a few memories. Did it here when Clover got their hearts ripped out and turned into liches for a little while. Just shut down everything that gets in the way so I can do what's needed.

If it's just disassociation, it's extreme, even for me. Being cold, ruthless, mechanical, all that I get, but it's almost like....like I didn't even want Delta to think I really remembered him.

[malignstar]

A little off brand for you.

[schrodingerscockroach]

....

[I mean, quasi legal, questionable stuff is kind of his brand.]

[Just blowing up friend thing less so.]

[malignstar]

You don't think so?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Depends which part you mean.

[malignstar]

The part with you being kind of a cold dick.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Depends on circumstances.

It's. Weird for that kind.

[malignstar]

That kind?

[schrodingerscockroach]

That kind of circumstance.

Delta should be upset. The fact he's going so hard for cold logic, that he doesn't want to leave....

And I'm still acting like that.

[malignstar]

You usually seem more compassionate toward others.

[schrodingerscockroach]

At least towards my friends.

Delta was my friend.