LIVE AND LET LIVE

[neigh_sayer]

Who: All and whoever!!
Where: Lobby/Lounge/Kitchen
When: 89 morning!! handwave before or after murder idc he'll be doing this for a while

[guess who was up at ass o'clock cooking and waiting for the cafe to open?? IT'S C, IT'S ALWAYS C

anyway when you come downstairs for breakfast or possibly brunch, there's quite a spread waiting. Most of it choice items from the cafe: macarons, muffins, dainty breakfast sandwiches, tea cakes, and such.

BUT there's also at least a 10 person meal's worth of bacon piled high on plates, deviled eggs, and sliced fruit. A pot of coffee is brewing and tea is made too. There's more of the cafe food, since that's always plentiful, but it looks like he didn't skimp on side items either.

C is dressed slightly less like a gremlin today, having brought down one of the alcheme thrones in the lounge and is well, lounging in it. He flashes a grin]

Gooooooooooood morning my lovely little false idols! How are you feeling? Great? Miserable? A whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you? Good, good!

Well, I've a very special announcement to make! It's been a while since we've all had a real heart to heart, don't you think? We're always going on about oh nooo, I died, oh no my feelings, or oh no demons! Demons are especially soooo boring now. Quick refresher for all you newbies--you're playing this game so those rascals can snatch you up and recruit you! Neeheehee, it looks like they're gearing up for something big. . .

But that got me thinking! Why should you all be busting your ass for them? When you could. . .be busting your asses, for me.

[at this point, he stands up on the throne with a grand gesture, spreading his arms]

Neeheehee! That's right folks! I'm officially throwing my hat into the ring! Becoming some demon's lackey is so dull, so I thought, why aim so low? A simple wish, going home. . .why settle. No, no, I intend to become a god. The whole package! I've already have a legion of followers, so this is the natural next step.

So consider this a recruitment breakfast! Oh, and don't worry. Neeheehee, even soon to be gods have to play by the rules! You don't have to put me before your teams or your lovers or your cat or whatever else. Just know that I've got you, when the time comes. . .well, some of you. As god, I'm gonna have to pass a bit of judgement, so not everyone can join. Sowwy!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANYWHO, that could all be bullshit! But come on on down for an Alcheme Brand Fortune~! And see exactly why you should join my faction!


Or just get some free grub and help me brainstorm a name for the new faction. I'm thinkiiiing. High-Cs? Capital C and all my Lowercases!

[as a side note, for everyone he's recruited that doesn't have one yet: they'll find a handstitched bandana outside their unit's door; it's white and checkered with their team colors.]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . . This makes you happy?

Why?

[liftoft]

Well, 'cause even though we don't always get each other, you're pretty easy to talk to. I don't ever gotta worry about what you might be thinking, 'cause I'm pretty sure you'd just say it! You're straightforward, y'know? I don't really know a lot of other people like that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's because most people live their life with their heads in the fucking sand.

Also, low bar for happiness.

[liftoft]

What are you saying? You're the last person I wanna hear undersell themselves! Bein' able to trust you to give it to me straight makes me happy, so what about it?!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Underse---

[Huffs]

Sure you want to give it to you straight, because I actually think you won't like my answer.

[liftoft]

I wanna hear whatever you've got to say, man! If I don't like it, that's my fault for asking anyway after you warned me!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Consider the various "leader"---

[Yes, he makes the hand quotation motions]

Figures we've had here. The Wildcard forgot what direction was up. The Paladin exhausted themselves. And Justice needed a pep talk on how not to be stretched too thin. Even the fucking Shadow Government admitted to leaving this all to crash and burn under its own volition.

And so who does that leave standing.

Me, the asshole, aiming for ruler of Hell.

And the Prankster, Talker -- whatever you want to call him -- for godhood.

See, when you say I shouldn't encourage C, you're couldn't be more wrong. He's exactly the kind of person who should be aiming for that position. He obviously has charisma. He inspires... something in people. But most importantly, he doesn't actually give a fuck about people's perception. And is skilled at warping perception to match his reality.

And unless you can convince me otherwise, your optimism is also something that is not sustainable. Not in the long run. Because it requires someone to believe it. And faith and God are both dead.

[liftoft]

[ listens to this, patiently. Then there's a kinda awkward pause. ]

So, that's all great and everything... I feel like I gotta mention that when I said "don't encourage him" I was just tryin' to make a joke about how he's already a huge pain in the ass. When it comes down to reality, I agree with you! The little punk pretends he doesn't care about people, but he does, and yeah! People wanna listen to him.

Which is great 'cause again, man he never shuts up.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Did you just disregard my raving monologue? How dare you]

Jealous?

[liftoft]

[ it was a very impressive speech he's so proud of u ]

Nah! We've each got our own thing. If I was jealous, that'd just be a signal to myself that I need to work harder, y'know?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yeah. Work harder.

[Surely that is the correct response to jealous]

So what is your "own thing" then?

[liftoft]

Huh? I said, didn't I? You're king of hell, C's a god, and I'm takin' care of getting the people who want out, out!

In one way, it's all the same goal, but we just all got a different path and different things we want outta it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You did. But I didn't know you had formalized that as your end game.

That makes us more partners than rivals though. Unless you think there's a reason your goal would interfere with mine.

[liftoft]

Eh, don't worry so much about the details! The point is, I'm gonna have a blast makin' sure you don't give up before the end.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Right.

[Intensity give up. ... Do you knowst of whoeth you speakth to?]

So. Going to share your secret now that we've got that all cleared up?

[liftoft]

[ of course he does. Phrasing it that way just makes sure he gets what he wants ]

Oh--! Ha, I almost forgot about that. Y'know, the weird thing is I actually already told B to specifically not tell you. I should probably let him know he doesn't gotta worry about that anymore.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

Why me, specifically?

[liftoft]

Hm? Well, you're his boss. You've got him giving you information, right?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Only pertinent to how this place is run.

[liftoft]

Yeah! Yeah, exactly. So, he was pretty sure he had to tell you, but he promised he wouldn't do it without my permission, 'cause he's a good guy like that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His expression goes carefully neutral. Unreadable even.]

I see.

So are you going to tell me?

[liftoft]

[ tips his head ]

Sure. But, ah-- are you upset I didn't want him to tell you? Don't be mad at him, 'kay? He was just worried about me.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Of course.

[liftoft]

[ Gets up in his face ]

You gotta promise! Take it up with me if you gotta, okay?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Or what? You won't share the information?