Post-game Debrief

[tradesecret]

Who: BARiTONES + friends (????????)
Where: BiT dorm
When: Day 129, Post-game through Day 130

[ Even winners can be sad.

Good news, there's tea and cookies. ]

Comments

Re: [Day 130 sometime]

[purrrnicious]

[. . .She was not expecting him to actually come, but it's a pleasant surprise. It's the unit of assholes, he'll fit right in.]

Hey. Welcome to our lair.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He fits in comfortably so.

By the time he gets around to greeting her, he’s already talking shit with half the unit and bullied Crown for a scotch - now half drunk]

No one knows you by your title. How sad.

[purrrnicious]

[Makes him another scotch and holds it out :) ]

We’re not a sharing is caring kind of unit.


[As in, Intensity probably knows more of her history than anyone else present, tbh. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Takes it and dumps his current half full glass into it. It’s just been that kind of day]

Is that why you outsource it? Probably makes for interesting game discussions when you have to make choices.

So—-

[Takes a drink]

Doing better than yesterday?

[purrrnicious]

[She will absolutely not serve drinks responsibly or cut him off.]

Hmm~

I don't know what you mean.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Good. Why hang out with the suits if you’re not getting wasted?]

Oh really? Is that how you’re going to play it?

[Laughs and laughs and—]

Do you want me to start? Would that help?

[purrrnicious]

[...this seems concerning.]

Go ahead. Lead by example.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It’s fine. Everything’s fine.]

My Adora got herself killed again. She has a nasty habit of doing that.

[purrrnicious]

[Stiffens at the reference. Adora is extremely it's complicated, after all.]

. . .Yeah? Who's that?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Rivalry is always complicated]

Doesn't matter.

And also that's not how this works. Now it's your turn.

[purrrnicious]

[Some parties to this conversation are entirely too sober for it.]

. . .I––okay, fine. What makes you so sure there was a problem? Can you at least answer that?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Your tail.

[THIS MAY BE A LIE]

[purrrnicious]

[But it has given her away before.]

. . .Not sure I believe you.

We didn't mean to get such a high score. Happy?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

People give you shit about it?

[purrrnicious]

A little. Pretty sure they'll just wait 'til the next bad game to try to "punish the evil-doers", or whatever.

[Heavy on the sarcasm.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Good thing you can play harder than they can. They'll have to really up their self-righteous to top you.

[purrrnicious]

Ugh, gross, don't even joke about it.

. . .What about you? I mean, all the teams I cared to pay attention to were doing okay going into to the final round. You should've been able to win, too.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes.

Like I said, I was trying to stop someone from tanking themselves with their own stupidity.

And failed.

Spectacularly.

[purrrnicious]

So you gave away your last three points?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Two.

We only needed one to hit 10.

Naive to think we wouldn't be hit? Yes. Obviously.

[purrrnicious]

And now you're here, drinking with us.

[Flicks her tail. . .]



Because your gamble didn't pay off.

[It's her conclusion, but she phrases it as a statement and not a question.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I thought I was here because you invited me.

That doesn't happen very often. And I haven't the foggiest idea why.

[purrrnicious]

[Laughs a little, at his first comment.]

An invite just gets you in the door in one piece.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Ah. So I have to do something special to get out the door in one piece?

[purrrnicious]

"Don't upset the locals" is probably a good place to start.