[softly, with feeling, as kuranosuke sits at the bar and has a glass of shitty beer (since the pink hawaiian the demons provided has been finished off by this point):]
[nah he just thinks women's clothes are prettier than men's clothes so crossdressing is his hobby.]
Well, yeah... I def want to not be stuck here for the rest of eternity, no offense meant to present company, of course. But, like, it's a fucking party invite. If I don't make it to this one? I'll just try to score an invite to the next party.
Killing someone for it, though? That's too extreme. Especially a sixteen year old kid! Like, what the hell, he should've at least picked on someone his own age, or another soldier, or something. [angrily drinks some shitty beer.] He's old enough to know better.
[It is truly such a shame that Kuranosuke revealed himself at trial because imagine how funny it would've been if Childe looked at this man and went "who are you"]
I am! I grew up by the ocean, so it's something I've done all my life, haha.
[iiiiit's a monday! a monday of memshare week, at that. which means when kuranosuke spots childe wherever he happens to be on this fine day, he'll raise a hand to wave at him in greeting.]
Hi-- WHOA!
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and then they're both dropped into the memshare hole. kuranosuke lands on his ass.]
Anyway eventually Scaramouche and Childe will stop fighting probably... maybe Childe will die... who knows. Either way, eventually they can see each other again, and Childe will wave!]
[On a future glocksuke post Kuranosuke and Kaveh will have to go shopping together]
We have, but I admit I haven't spent much time on this island. I live over on the one with the snow. [He's so spoiled he truly showed up in the gy and got Snezhnaya Island and a bunch of unnerfed gods to play with.] There's a pretty nice hotel nearby, though, and the bar here serves everything.
[Which is convenient! I think about how this sounds like the setup for a sleazy pickup attempt but it's not]
Oh... [he frowns, remembering his poor ripped up tights... a casualty of the snowy mountain island...] Well, if you're happy with it, I guess that's what matters, right?
...but wait, like, everything? As in, not-weird alcohol everything? Finally.
week 0, saturday
Seriously, what the fuck was all that today...
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That would be suffering they promised us, apparently.
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Greeeeat. Well, hopefully we're not gonna have to deal with this crap again, but I feel like "only 20 people" is gonna stick in some people's minds.
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You'd think it would be obvious that it's some kind of trick, but... the promise of coming back to life is bound to be a strong motivator.
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Well, yeah... I def want to not be stuck here for the rest of eternity, no offense meant to present company, of course. But, like, it's a fucking party invite. If I don't make it to this one? I'll just try to score an invite to the next party.
Killing someone for it, though? That's too extreme. Especially a sixteen year old kid! Like, what the hell, he should've at least picked on someone his own age, or another soldier, or something. [angrily drinks some shitty beer.] He's old enough to know better.
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Childe seems content to let him rant, though. He doesn't comment on Bucky one way or the other; he just sighs, tapping his fingers on the bar.]
I doubt anything about this "party" is real to begin with. I wouldn't put it past them to declare the whole thing fake at the last minute.
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Which is why it's extra dumb to doublekill someone about it.
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week 2, monday
So! You're into fishing, huh?
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I am! I grew up by the ocean, so it's something I've done all my life, haha.
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That's pretty cool! My country's an island country, so there's seafood everywhere. I haven't done much fishing myself, though.
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What's it like?
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Well, I live in Tokyo, so, y'know, big city all the way. But you can take a train out and get to the seaside, easy.
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That's good. The last few cities I stayed in were close to the water, too.
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week 3, monday
Hi-- WHOA!
[
and then they're both dropped into the memshare hole. kuranosuke lands on his ass.]
Ow, what the heck?
[he hasn't noticed the screen yet.]
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DOWN THEY GO THOUGH. I think it's funniest if this early in the day before Childe knows this is A Thing so he also eats shit.]
What the--?
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they have both eaten shit, and are now sitting up. NOW kuranosuke notices the screen, and he stares at it as something starts to play on it.]
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in tears
Childe just blinks a few times before he looks at Kuranosuke.]
What was that?
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[MATH LADY MEME-ING]
Don't tell me we'll have to deal with this for a whole week.
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w7, monday
Anyway eventually Scaramouche and Childe will stop fighting probably... maybe Childe will die... who knows. Either way, eventually they can see each other again, and Childe will wave!]
Hey! Have you been exploring yet?
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Just the shops, mostly! But you guys've had... what, a week around here, right? Any place you like best so far?
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We have, but I admit I haven't spent much time on this island. I live over on the one with the snow. [He's so spoiled he truly showed up in the gy and got Snezhnaya Island and a bunch of unnerfed gods to play with.] There's a pretty nice hotel nearby, though, and the bar here serves everything.
[Which is convenient! I think about how this sounds like the setup for a sleazy pickup attempt but it's not]
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Oh... [he frowns, remembering his poor ripped up tights... a casualty of the snowy mountain island...] Well, if you're happy with it, I guess that's what matters, right?
...but wait, like, everything? As in, not-weird alcohol everything? Finally.
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