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Re: day 37 at like 4am

[outofoffice]

Well, normally I would ask for alcohol, but in a truly unsettling turn of events, I've become the supplier . . .

Re: day 37 at like 4am

[cryovision]

As soon as my stores are refilled, I'll pay that tab.

Re: day 37 at like 4am

[outofoffice]

Oh? In that case, you can just write me an IOU in exchange!

Re: day 37 at like 4am

[cryovision]

Will do.

[he downs the entire mug, and sighs contentedly.]

Ah. Now that takes the edge off.

Re: day 37 at like 4am

[outofoffice]

There is no ill that wine cannot fix!

[ wisdom from god himself ur welcome ]

Though, some ills do have sharper edges than others.

Re: day 37 at like 4am

[cryovision]

Uh-huh. Is that you fishing for information?

Re: day 37 at like 4am

[outofoffice]

I would never demand information not freely given!

[ yes ]

Re: day 37 at like 4am

[cryovision]

In that case... Another round and I'll tell you what happened today. With the promise that it won't end up in a ballad.

Re: day 37 at like 4am

[outofoffice]

Not a fan of my compositions? Hmph!

[ Plucking Pavo's mug out of his hand all the same ]

Fine, one more round.

[ He disappears briefly to refill both mugs before returning. Thank u bathtub with a wine tap ]

Re: day 37 at like 4am

[cryovision]

On the contrary, your talent is such that should my actions be recorded by you, they'd surely become known by all.

[He gives a cheeky grin as Zephyr takes his mug. He's so worn out it's sort of a struggle not to fall asleep in the grass while he waits, but he manages, and happily takes his new drink.]

Thank you very much!

YOU GOT PUT IN NOTIF JAIL

[outofoffice]

You're welcome to thank me, of course, but it isn't free~

[ Plopping back down with his own mug, which he knocks back immediately ]

NOTIFS NO

[cryovision]

Don't spoil it too quickly.

[Hrrrmmm. He agreed to talk but now he's not sure he wants to?? He never wants to, but yelling into nothing didn't help and he's here, so. He may as well.

Still, he sips his drink and frown a bit before he says anything.]

...There was a troublesome game.

[outofoffice]

Hmmm . . . that's two in a row, isn't it?

[cryovision]

Hm? The last one wasn't so bad. Cecilia & I had a lovely time, in the end.

[Of course not having a choice about it wasn't like, good, in any capacity, but they had fun and are fine!]

[outofoffice]

[ Ahahaha;;;;;;; ]

How fortunate indeed!

Well then, this one must have been considerably worse.

[cryovision]

I take it you had a rougher time.

[can he dodge his own problems for just a tiiiny bit longer maybe]

[outofoffice]

Hmm? Are you hedging?

Should I take the wine back?

[cryovision]

--You should not.

[POUT. You're too hard to manipulate!!]

It was a labyrinth where we were tasked with maiming one another. There were mind-controlling aspects.

[outofoffice]

. . . Ah.

To encourage reluctant participants along, I assume?

[cryovision]

Yes. ...I was the only Sorbet there, but we won.

[outofoffice]

[ a h ]

And how much did the mind control factor into your victory?

[cryovision]

...It's hard to say.

[And that's what he's upset about! He can't tell how much was manipulation and how much was just his own inner darkness and now he trusts himself even less than usual and wants to crawl into a hole.]

I thought that everyone else was playing seriously. And that, if I didn't, my teammates would die. But I can't claim I wouldn't have enjoyed the fighting regardless.

[outofoffice]

Are you wondering at the moral implications of playing to win in a game like that? It's only human nature to want to survive.

As for enjoyment, well . . .

[ a pause ]

Some of you just get off on that kind of thing, you know? It's not that unusual.

[ CHILDE. ]

[cryovision]

It's not that kind of enjoyment, you crude bard.

[Really. Who do you think he is!!]

[outofoffice]

That's what they all say! ☆