Back to the Future... is now

[justpure]

Who: future is now + any visitors
Where: future is now dorm
When: Day 130, post game

[So... Space happened. Now what?]

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[carnivorouscarnival]

[ Man☆Eater continues to make himself comfortable.

then, while Intensity is debating that: ]

... Thanks. I don't have anywhere else to go, so...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Angel and I would never turn you away. You know that, right?

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ ... ]

Yeah. I know. But you've probably got your hands full as it is.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Think so?

Seems like my hands are only full of you right now.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ pfft. huffs a tiny laugh ]

Bringing the cheese to go with my whine, huh?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Huffs dramatically]

Let's not speak of alcohol. I was trying to drink all my problems away earlier today so I don't know if I felt like shit in that game because of the hangover or the space disease.

[carnivorouscarnival]

Here's where I'd take a jab at you, if I hadn't spent about half of my savings on booze over the past week.

[ an annoyed grunt ]

Space disease was bullshit. 'Course they'd give us like 70 status effects before letting us loose on each other to negotiate.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Of course. Need to get sympathy from our fellow idols.

[Idly starts stroking Izumu's hair]

And slam on some trauma buttons for others.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ turns his head slightly to back at him ]

Did anything happen in your room...?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Acid burns.

You've noticed that Duality has a burn scar on his face.

[carnivorouscarnival]

I noticed, but I didn't think about it too hard.

... He doing okay?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[There is a noncommittal shrug there. Duality is an expert at keeping his emotions low key. The only thing Intensity can get out of him predictably is anger]

And your room?

[carnivorouscarnival]

We were chewed on by a horde of acid-spitting space ants at the end, but that was the most straightforward part.

[ ... sighs ]

There was some kinda—gas, or something? In the room. That fucked with our heads and put us all on edge.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Acid spitting space ants...

[He doesn't know whether he should laugh or not because -- really, how ridiculous is that. Somehow. He manages to keep his composure.

The second part though]

---What?

Like hallucinations?

[carnivorouscarnival]

Yeah, there was some of that, probably... General paranoia. Instability.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Still running his fingers through Izumu's hair]

Is that gone now?

[carnivorouscarnival]

All gone—or, back to normal levels, at least. BARiTONES sent us a working solution and everything.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes, the four unit trade. Fucking miracle that something like that managed to go through.

Maybe we're just all tired of throwing each other under the bus.

[carnivorouscarnival]

Either that, or nobody wanted to be the one to fuck everything up. Who knows.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Hmmm.

[How to approach this next topic delicately]

I take it the space ants weren't what set you off.




[Nailed it]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ he doesn't appear to react poorly to the approach, at least ]

Well, that didn't help.

... Doodleman was acting like a dipshit about his girlfriend. Wouldn't shut up about how we needed to save her—and only her—no matter what, and how we were all awful because we don't caaare about Pep. And in the end, he outright said she mattered more than us.

I wasn't really in a state of mind to deal with that gracefully.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just a blank look]

Is this really after a game where everyone got pissed that pep tried to off themselves?

. . .

He wanted to die on that hill now?

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ a frustrated grunt ]

Right?! Like, leaving aside all the other issues, your martyr girlfriend probably won't appreciate you killing your whole unit to keep her alive, you fucking dumbass! Why do we have to make a unit that doesn't even want our help our top priority??

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Sorry, Izume. He can't help but laugh at that expression. Mostly to himself.

And how full of feelings the cup of hate is]

Oh no.

He's really twitterpated, isn't he?

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ HUFF. ]

Apparent-fucking-ly. I made the mistake of thinking he still had some sense about it.