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[liarliarliar]

Who: Alcheme
Where: Alcheme dorms
When: Day 409, post game

[well Alcheme. We did it.

We got through the hunger games. C became the Five Nights at Freddie's. Our Sweet Baby died tragically. But in the end with the power of magic and healing and traumatizing several people....

Alcheme is again Mostly Whole. Mostly.

What will they do now? probably like nap, prepare for dates, complain, sit in the ball pit. you know: alcheme stuff]

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[liarliarliar]

You live here, do you not?

[sagescion]

[A long moment of quiet-]

Are you copying me?

[liarliarliar]

[blinnkkss ans struggles a moment before]

Copying.

[sagescion]

I see. That sounds like a troublesome game effect.

[liarliarliar]

Troublesome...

[holding his head briefly before blinking, his gaze going blank again]

[sagescion]

Hm... I wonder if I write instead... if it will help prevent you from being forced to copy me?

[Fishing his phone from his pocket to text instead-]

Blue Oni: Like this?

[liarliarliar]

[straainneeddd noise]

[sagescion]

[Did. Did that mean it worked? He tries again!]

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[Did. Did that mean it worked? He tries again!]

<font face=courier new"><b>Blue Oni:</b> Is that not helpful?</font>

[liarliarliar]

Aahh.....

[holding his head]

[sagescion]

[Oops, not helpful! He puts his phone away.]

I'm sorry. I thought it would help you feel less compelled.

[liarliarliar]

I'm sorry.

[sagescion]

[You poor bastard.]

I rather feel like our conversation is a bit one-sided.

[He's making a joke. He knows this is probably horrible for him.]