[ these people were basically strangers but it's still a shock? everyone went on a rampage right when i showed up ]
...Yeah. I mean... that Yves guy was even nice to me, and I just showed up. [ a sullen pause. then more animatedly, ] Saber thought my name was Harold! But they seemed... okay!
Yves is always very sweet to everyone. And Saber is very... unique and entertaining. [they are such a gremlin there's no way to explain in such a short time.]
But we know where they are now. They're with other lost souls, recovering.
[ he had one pc with saber and it was truly enough to get the gist ]
Yeah, I heard—healing up in some other part of heaven, right?
[ it's the reason he's not FLIPPING TABLES but he's still looking agitated, tapping his foot idly, rambling with excess energy. ]
In the rest of Heaven, you always come back. It still sucks to die, but you just gotta heal up and—you don't sit there wondering, you know? Whether they're fine, or how their recovery is. It's usually dumb accident, too. You don't get three people just up and getting murdered. It's fucked.
Yes, that about sums it up - at least as best as we can tell. We don't exactly know what that thing wants, but it seems to be trying to push us to give into sins. Maybe make it look like we don't deserve to be here.
[he's simply so cute. ok edgelord. she thinks she's probably killed a lot more people than him but it's the thought that counts.]
I agree with you. They've been heavy-handed with the promises and they've still had to essentially force us. As far as I know, only one of us has ever even taken an apple of our own will, though that may be untrue as of night.
[you were right to demand not to play here until spoon was dead, spoon had so many crimes.]
I don't have any idea what the criteria for considering us borderline even was. [she laughs a little suddenly awkward.] I don't mean myself, that one I understand - I just mean there are some people here who are really kind and wonderful, and as far as I can tell have never done anything so terrible so as to be a complex case. And then there are a bunch of nice kids who have hardly done much in their lives at all.
[doesn't make sense. but she sighs. also too bad about the killers not being total psychos.]
You're sweet. I've done plenty to have to atone for, and also plenty that I'm not particularly sorry for. But I have never particularly relished the notion of being judged for any of it by someone other than myself.
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...Yeah. I mean... that Yves guy was even nice to me, and I just showed up. [ a sullen pause. then more animatedly, ] Saber thought my name was Harold! But they seemed... okay!
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But we know where they are now. They're with other lost souls, recovering.
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Yeah, I heard—healing up in some other part of heaven, right?
[ it's the reason he's not FLIPPING TABLES but he's still looking agitated, tapping his foot idly, rambling with excess energy. ]
In the rest of Heaven, you always come back. It still sucks to die, but you just gotta heal up and—you don't sit there wondering, you know? Whether they're fine, or how their recovery is. It's usually dumb accident, too. You don't get three people just up and getting murdered. It's fucked.
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[she'll listen to what he has to say. she supposes it makes sense, so many of them have nearly died to jabberwockies and the like.]
There's some sort of entity that wants to prove we aren't worthy of being here, it seems.
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[ he tippy taps his fingers across the bar in thought, trying to piece stuff together. sure has been a thurs-fri. ]
So—somebody thinks if it makes everybody kill each other, it proves you're not fit for Heaven?
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[ said in kind of an edgy way, because he is Punk ]
If all of you were really that bad, you'd have way more corpses stacked up by now. I heard about that dumb tree, too. [ with the incentive apples ]
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I agree with you. They've been heavy-handed with the promises and they've still had to essentially force us. As far as I know, only one of us has ever even taken an apple of our own will, though that may be untrue as of night.
[you were right to demand not to play here until spoon was dead, spoon had so many crimes.]
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Even one's not ideal, but it's not bad—considering you're considered "borderline" or whatever for getting into Heaven.
Kind of proves you're doing okay, doesn't it? [ ... ] I mean, as long as the killers from last night aren't total psychos.
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[doesn't make sense. but she sighs. also too bad about the killers not being total psychos.]
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Could be that everything's been broken from the start, even who got brought here. But I wouldn't know who's "good" or "bad" enough for Heaven anyway.
[ feels like yucky judgments to have to make. scratches his head, his turn for an awkward gesture. ]
You seem nice enough to me, anyway.
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[her sins are none of your business god!!!]
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Yeah! Yeah. You get it. [ down with the system, etc ] This voting stuff I've heard of—all straight out of some sadist's brainpan.
[ more judgment calls that no one should be making. guilty, not guilty. good, evil. ]
Whenever this "entity" shows up, I'm gonna beat it to death with my guitar.
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You will have to get in line, but I will save you a shot.