imeeji_frontstage | Alive and a Live

Alive and a Live

Who: C & Alcheme | C & You
Where: Dorms then Lobby for a LIVE
When: Day 52 later afternoon thru evening

[so at some point, all of alcheme is just getting a text of C taking a selfie--there is a very totally not dangerous woman posing with him, a snake coiled around his shoulders, and his throat slit and seemingly actively bleeding thru his scarf?? There also seems to be a casino in the background uh

anyway it all comes with a text of lol I lived bitch

part of that may or may not have been directed at A but who knows. C IS NOW SITTING UP in his room, messing with his phone until the others get home.]

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[BUT THEN AFTER ALCHEME ANTICS, A LIVE IS ACTIVATED.

It's just, C covered in a white bedsheet on the cameras hopping from chair to chair]

Oh nooo I'm the ghost of Imeeji paaaaast telling you not to siiiiiin.

Seriously don't do iiiiiit~! Unless it's the good kinda siiiiin~

[very spooky very haunted]

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[Deliberately getting in C's way when he tries to make one of those chair leaps]

[WHY

smacks right into him!!]

Oooh nooo, my ghost weakness. . .a pillar of salt. . .

You bet your ass I'm fucking salty.

You've already met up with the rest of AlcheME?

[The tone signifies there is only one right answer to that question]

WOW, what do you take me for? I've embraced them all in their loving embraces! Aside from A, but y'know. A.

Also I see a souvenir in your future, wow~~!

[texts him the selfie he sent to Alcheme!]

. . .!!

The fuck, C? What the actual fuck?

Your fortune came true! [ENDS THE LIVE and tugs the sheet off his head]

[he's got large staples/stitching going all around his neck]

Are you curious? I can tell you more, in private, if ya want.

Of course I'm fucking cur---

[JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ON A STICK, C. What the Hell happened to your neck?]

. . .

[just rocks on his feet excitedly :)]

C'mooon, I've been dead like all day, don't keep me waiting!

[I--- okay.]

You have a place in mind, or do you want to discuss this in my lab?

Lab, lab, lab! I wanna know what you did with that blow up doll of yours!

Nothing! I haven't done fucking anything with it yet!

[But fine. FINE.

Taking C back to his lab back in the FiN dorms. He can let himself into the lab because the of course the VP has access]

Awwww. . .[but yay labs!!

following in, aaaand fully taking off his scarf]

So! That's Lilith. Does that name ring any bells to you, or should I be asking Santa?

[Kicks the weird white floating slab in C's direction so that he can sit down if he wants to. Yes, that is the chair in this retro future lab.

The blow up doll and furby (and other fanmail junk) are neatly set off to the side, while the walls of the lab have all of the notes taken from the various games and Exael's visits with post-it notes and all sorts of shit Intensity is obviously trying to figure out.

The desk is cluttered with designs for a new eyeball and arm]

You should be asking Santa. I didn't get the fucking Job reference either.

So what exactly did you and Lilith chat about?

[oooh, pushing the floaty cube over so he can stand on it and look at the stuff on the wall as he explains]

Short version: Suicide counts as a sin, and if you die and don't come back, it's an automatic point in Hell's favor. If you do wanna come back, ya gotta pay a price, and the process is just as bad as whatever you killed yourself to get away from.

Long existential horror version is that there are streets and alleys of hell littered with the bodies of others before us who killed themselves and decided they were better off as tortured souls for the rest of their existence. That casino is just an illusion; it's full of demons and other shambling souls gambling everyone's lives away. And even if they look fine, they're all maimed, bloody, and dead. Just like me, in the picture.

Oh, but her snake is pretty sweet.

[The answers to the puzzles are on one wall - A and Angel helped finish the final one that didn't get solved: "Adapt yourself to all things."

Next to all the description of Mukuro's games is the word TRUST written out and circled with a couple question marks]

What price did you have to pay?

[A pause and then:]

And give me your phone.

[huuuuh]

[tosses his phone without question, CATCH. Then cranes his neck to show off the stitching. It's tighter in the front, keeping the scar shut where he slit his throat. It doesn't look like it'll stay closed without the stitching, either.]

I think I got off pretty easy! Got my wound fixed up aaaand my head is maybe not fully attached anymore but so long as I don't mess with it it's fine.

Oh, but they also dunked me in a tub full of bugs and used my dead body as a playing chip when gambling for other souls. That part sucked! I don't remember much though--it felt like it took forever, but it was more like a dream when we were finished talking.

[Catches and goes to his text history and starts scrolling up. Did you also keep that attachment from Exael when they went to meet her?

Though there is a notice-able record-scratch pause at the tub full of bugs??? Dead body as a playing chip??? And what the fuck does gambling for souls means?]

. . .

[Let's just take this one step at a time]

Who was gambling for other souls? It that some weird Hell master hierarchy shit or could the tormented buy each other?

[yep, he got the directions!]

Other denizens of hell, I assume. Ummm. . .jeeze, it's hard to describe. I was trying to stick with Lilith so I didn't get caught up in it. . .

But it's super literal. Bodies being thrown out on the game tables, screams, people being shuffled--stuff like that. I asked what would happen if I stayed there, and that pretty much would have been my fate for aaaall eternity. She said I could probably sell my soul for a better deal but, y'know. Still hell!

Thaaaat all said, graduating is definitely the only way to really "win." You don't get anything other than eternal damnation for giving Hell a point that way.

[Saving the number attached to the directions in his contact as "Heaven's puppet". Congrats, you now have Exael's number]

And yet some people find that the preferred option.

[Tosses the phone back over to C as he starts pulling out a new sheet of drafting paper and pens, shoving the other stuff to the side of the desk so he can make room]

Care to map out the lay of the land?

Ahah, perhaps if they're masochists.

[catches!! and hops down to come over, taking a pen.]

Caaan do! I didn't get really far though. It was. . .let's say, a very special place in hell, for my kind.

Yes, I imagine they'd have that sectioned quarantined off from the rest of it.

[Moving over to the side so he can start sketching]

So removing yourself from the board is a point for Hell. Wonderful. Tell me more about this Lilith character.

[gets to sketching

oddly enough even tho he can't draw worth hell, he's pretty good with blueprints/details?? He's drawing what seems like backroads/alleys, dotting them with question marks because he's not sure where the fuck they are or what the lead to. He then fills them in with lots and lots of crudely drawn stick figures signifying the suicide bodies.

he also notes some buildings--some looking 'newer' some broken and run down, and he leaves an entire area for the casino. he makes symbols for shorthand of the mini games and machines there, along with a bar. It's notably, very, very big.]

Lilith. . .I guess she's a demon? But maybe an important one. When she walks or talks, everyone gets out the way or listens. Hell, she could just complain and all the sound was sucked out of the place.

Anyway, she was helpful, buuut, a little too pleased with how things played out. She'd been watching the game, see. And there was no one else I saw like her--so to make a deal, she's who you have to go through. You don't decide what kinda fun she has with you either, it's all her call.

[You... you are drawing an awful lot of places, C. Just how long were you fucking awake for this?]

A little too pleased? Like she expected someone to visit her at some point.

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