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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]

Comments

[doublefried]

Well, we've all done inadvisable things out of a manic spite surge after trauma. Probably.

[neigh_sayer]

Do you have something you'd like to share?

[doublefried]

No, I was lying to be relatable, I've never done anything that wild.

[neigh_sayer]

[is this what everyone who talks to me feels like]

[doublefried]

[ he's maintaining a straight face? he might really mean it?? ]

[neigh_sayer]

[can't believe there are higher level liars than him, rude]

--I'll take that as a victory then!

[doublefried]

Congrats on Most Inadvisable Action.

Should we invite Silver over to cuddle you? We're kind of open-door policy right now it seems.

[neigh_sayer]

I'm allowed boyfriend rights? In that case I'll text him, I was worried how they might be holding up, even if they did win.

[doublefried]

I figure he'll also sort of double as a babysitter.

[neigh_sayer]

Your faith in me is astounding but warranted.

[doublefried]

You did us a big frighten! I can outsource fussing.

[neigh_sayer]

Faaaair. No more poor decisions for at least a week.

[doublefried]

Good! Good. I'm relieved.