casually decides between two games??

[puppetdance]

You know, and there's a thing a guy like me can't be appreciative of in all this... this. You pick up a journal, you deck it all out in cards and whistles and other doodads assorted, you finally start to muster up the wherewithal to employ said cards and whistles and other doodads assorted, and now you're saying there's a choice? Between the here or there?

I'm gonna clue you in on a little secret, because there is no here or there. Well, there is, but not in that- I don't know, respect.

There's especially no there. Do not put the me back in the there. I like the here. Here here is a good here, but the other here isn't a bad here either, other than the ominous and overbearing soul-sucking part of the venture.

Do we have to play this game? Do this dance? Because I'm okay with the sitting venture.

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[morethanasidekick]

[And she's just going to stare. A lot. It'll stop after about thirty seconds. Maybe?]

I - [Nope. Back to staring.] Hrmmm....

I don't know whether to ask what you're on about or just, what you're on?

[puppetdance]

[ That sure is a lot of staring. Cue Marty awkwardly swinging his arms around, clapping them a few times and 'hmmm'ing right back at her. It's okay. He'll let her take the first course of action here. ]

The thing is - [ He's very on something, yes, and he's also already started off with that, didn't he? Oh well, he's doing it again. ] Here's the thing.

Let's say you're a mighty gladiator in a coliseum. You make your way through those harrowing gates only to win your battle, you lucky dog, you, and that means you're over, you're done with, you've received your excellent lion-slaying trophy of sorts and hold it high over your head as you leave. And now we ask of those of sane and sound mind, do you - step back into that arena?

[coolerwithamerman]

[No. no no no]

The answer is no. Don't. Because -

[Because then his mun has to bring him in.]

....You deserve a break after all the shit I put you through. Helped put you through.

[puppetdance]

[ I see little wrong with this predicament! ]

... Hah.

I could appreciate the -- frankly banal attempt at an apology for not so single-handedly taking us all and putting us through the meat grinder for gain and giggles, I honestly could. You know, it's funny how you throw that out there and it still sounds just like you're trying to tell me what to do.

[coolerwithamerman]

[And Hadley breaks] I earned my way out. I did. All the shit we had to do.

[Hadley just glares at him] ...Why spare yourself further frustration kid.

[puppetdance]

See, you earned a merman to the face for all the shit you had to do, is really - really - the more accurate description here, from how I understand it.

You killed three of my friends, you know. I counted. [ A beat. ] You killed, like, three and a half of my friends.

[coolerwithamerman]

[Hadley just stares. There's something in his eyes, something distant. Something a little lost]


Did you expect me to care?


You...and your buddies. [thoughtfully] Killed six billion people here.

[Never mind that his own kill tally is probably close to that. Or at least...considerably more substantial]

[puppetdance]

Giant evil gods killed six billion people. [ He corrects, pointedly, as if it's different. ] Myself counted among them, if you'll recall!

The difference here is I have the gumption to appear mildly chagrined on the fact.

[coolerwithamerman]

[well played Marty. Are you coming to the killing floor round 2 you should.]

......Yeah. Maybe.

[puppetdance]

[ an application may or may not be in progress, ngl ]

... "Maybe?" How many people have you -- You literally run a -- "Maybe?"

Let me ask you a question anew. Whose idea was it to have a conveniently located and easily accessible system purge with no fail-safe anyway? Additional question: How does one catch a ghost anyway?

[morethanasidekick]

[See now she heard the whole thing. It was the understanding the whole thing that Kenzi was having trouble with which hey, impressive. Usually she's the one leaving people in a state of; huh.

As he attempts explanation 2.0, Kenzi's eyes narrow and look up, like she really is getting the image of herself in a coliseum, nodding along with the story and allowing a silence to hang in the air for a few moments after his finished.]

Is... the excellent lion-slaying trophy made of solid gold?

[puppetdance]

[ That -- that was not the point, Kenzi. His own eyes are narrowing as well, more of a concerned squint trying to suss things out than anything. But he still has to concede: ] Probably

Keeping in mind that these are some really decently scary fucking lions that you barely made your way out of the thick of.

[imbiber]

[Haymitch slowly shakes his head.]

When you're trying to make a point, it usually helps to be coherent.

[morethanasidekick]

[Another moment to consider.] 24 carat? [Kenzi!]

No but like seriously? [As if her enthusiasm might actually sell him on her way of thinking.] I would - definitely take a decently scary lion compared to what I usually see and I don't get jack for it so. You know. Excellent lion-slaying trophy made of 24 carat gold? Who wouldn't want a matching set of those babies?!

[puppetdance]

I'm -- [ Hmm. ] There was a point in there somewhere.

[ Elusive, like a fox. ]

If I say, "Help, help, don't lock me back up in that box because it's complete and utter fucking bullshit," does that make it clearer?

[puppetdance]

[ goddammit kenzi ]

Okay, let's try another metaphor. It's basically the same metaphor but with less historical realism [ he thinks ] and the trophy is made out of shit sandwich instead. Go back into the arena, yay or nay?

[decents]

Even I can't follow this.

[morethanasidekick]

[ You had her at shit sandwich. ]

Ohh yeah nay. So much nay. Like a horse levels of nay. [A beat.] Though will you have friends in said arena? Like if you don't go are you gonna be that ass who totally bails on your crew cause - laaaame.

[puppetdance]

Um. [ That's fair. ] An effort was made. Ideas were in transit, the monkey was metaphorically let out of its box.

[detoxes]

Where exactly is here? And there? In the context of your original conversation, of course. I keep getting shuffled around a lot too. It's aggravating.

[puppetdance]

[ That's a fair point. Seeing as he's got at least one apparently in the works of making their way there - ] Ain't nobody gonna fuck with my clique.

[ That's probably a 'no' on the bailing. ]

Unless it's me. Me, I'm allowed to fuck with my clique.

[imbiber]

[A slow nod this time.]

You could've saved yourself a lot of blathering if you went with that from the beginning.

[morethanasidekick]

That's so my philosophy in life.

[A little nod as a slow yet mischievous smile touches her lips. Yeah she was totally remembering the time when she convinced Bo her shoes were stolen by Cobbler Elves. What? They were way too small for her anyway.]

Soooo. Back to the coliseum then? Maybe it might suck less. What happened last time?

[decents]

The mouse reached the cheese at the end of the maze... [ Not mocking you. Following your train of thought. ]

[pullsneedles]

Sometimes they got a reason.

Sometimes the games're better.