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“You could invite him over,” Oscar said. “It’s just a little gathering. He might find himself a bit more comfortable playing cards over a beach party.” Warren crossed over to the table as Oscar spoke, settling down as the others circled around him. He pulled out his deck of cards, silently shuffling them as he balanced an unlit cigarette precariously between his lips. “Game’s five-card stud. Jokers wild,” he said, the cigarette bouncing as he spoke. Lysette and Sin settled in, flanking Mari. When Warren moved to pull the chips out of his set, Sin held up a hand. “Oh no, no chips,” sh

Mari snorted. “Oscar…. You and I both know I’m not exactly a kind person. But - I appreciate the compliment.” She would offer him a smile that would fade completely when Oscars eyes lowered, Cordelia…hadn’t been messaging him either. Mari chewed the inside of her cheek. Not on the monument…not replying. She could be trapped somewhere, much like Mari was, a place that didn’t allow messages to reach her, or for her to contact the outside world… what if someone in the Laughing Coffin had taken her? What if Atan had? So many possibilities and none of them were good. Mari felt ill, she had to

“I’ve come to realize that I might have been a bit too black-and-white,” Oscar said as she mentioned the day-to-day troubles that Orange Players had to struggle with. In many ways, he knew that struggle well. Invoking his time on the street, his childhood teetering on the precipice. If not for his stroke of fortune, he knew in his bones that he would not be here right now. Enjoying a meal, a conversation. It all came down to that one moment, that one decision. Really, the best ass-kicking he’d ever endured. It would have all been worth a thousand of those. “That’s very kind of you,”

Patient, with a warm and inviting smile Arsine waited. Nudging him out of his comfort zone, but not pushing. Part of enjoying everything life has to offer was knowing which comforts to tug on, and which to let be. With his drink drained Arsine weighed his options, and they shifted in Arsine's favour. The woman couldn't help but even find the slurp of the remnants of the mans drink endearing. "Next time, allow me to eat the cherry. That will be your thanks." Arsine said with a soft laugh as she pulled him onto the dance floor. There was a certain level of delight, dragging someone around like t

"Busy..." Mari repeated, not masking the skeptism in her tone. She knew he was busy. That was the problem. But she didn't push it. Because Mari was more or less doing something similar. Busy...busy with reigning in Laughing Coffin members, busy with her preparation for Redemption. Busy with busting her ass ensuring her guild had enough col and materials to last the next several floors. Cooking, cleaning, ensuring her house was a welcoming home for her husband. A shake of her head and a warm and worn smile. "Busy...yeh...same, Oscar...same..." Her smile widened when he gave her a hint to what h

"But - this is a game, no? Where each action accrues points into a skillset." Vitalis merely sipped at his drink, emerald eyes finally pulled away from the woman who commanded his attention, to the one to his right. The level of the liquid in the glass began to lower, with increasing pace as Arsine spoke. He could guess where she was going with this. "Chance an attempt with me? A dance." Vitalis wasn't even tasting the milkshake at this point. A shame, that. But the saccharine solution bypassed his taste buds. Driven by the desire for it not to go to waste than anything else.

“Busy,” Oscar replied. There was no simpler way to say it. He’d taken on entirely too much. LARPing as a real estate mogul. Restaurants and now his night club. He didn’t want to spill the beans on that. His flair for the dramatic simply wouldn’t allow. But it was draining - pushing Cardinal to its limits, finding just what he was allowed within the bounds of the system. Each grand opening - every restaurant and every single little thing that would make it unique - was a result of hours upon hours of experimentation. He wasn’t doing it alone, but he was certainly doing his part. The logistics a

"O-Oh..." Alinta blushed, feeling a little ...awkward seeing Oscar like that, fighting his way through the roughians that had interrupted the party... then how he shifted up to the banister...his arms around another woman. Alinta's gaze stayed fast to him till he started kissing her, it wasn't like the gentle and cautious ones she had shared with Scar earlier. These were rough, primal, hungry. Alinta had to look away. Equal parts embarrassed, flustered... and feeling like an utter idiot. That's why he wasn't replying... It felt like so long ago, watching him fight the sand shark...hi

"Not your normal scene..." Arsine would repeat, an amused tone to her voice. "Forgive me for being blunt, but it shows. In an endearing way." She'd add. Arsine could not say the same, she enjoyed scenes like this. Where the people were wrapped up in their own partners, their own dalliances of gluttony and lust. Hedonism at its best. Wanton and uncontrolled. There was just something so...human about it all. They weren't players trapped in a game, or pixels on a screen. There weren't stats and monsters - only each other. And there was a beauty in that Arsine admired. "Doctor..." Arsine repe

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"Don't worry about it," Vitalis said simply. "This isn't my normal scene. I'm a little on-edge." Yeah, the scene. Not the pining from across the room. Was it even pining? He didn't know. Couldn't exactly place it. But he was grateful for the company. It was a nice distraction. Even if he couldn't stop stealing glances in the mystery girl's direction. It was totally unlike him to be so enamored. Generally, he remained focused on his work. "Serendipitous, Arsine," he said. "I chose green because I'm a healer. Doctor, back in the real world." Similar professions. Though Vitalis didn't s

Arsine tilted her head, cascades of green spilling over her bare shoulders like her hair was a sheet of fine silk. She couldn't help but laugh, seeing him jump like that. "Did I scare you? I apologize." He had been so focused on the other woman, on the fighters - and the way the host had quite literally threw himself off the balcony. Arsine got as much of the milkshake as she could off of her leg, although there would still be a slightly sticky residue there. Not much she could do without leaving the party early and taking a shower. The woman carefully placed the napkins on the counter, thanki

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Alinta followed, very confused. She recognized the woman, only vaguely. Mostly because she was acting completely differently…and dressed ….in much less clothing. There was something inherently off kilter about the way she was acting. It was like someone just turned off any semblance of sanity she had. Was she drunk? High? She kept on going on and on about the roses. “Uhm…” Alinta tried to get the womans attention but she was too busy screaming and throwing confetti. Alinta took a step back. “Where’s….Scar?” The table setting was nice, she had to admit, so Alinta tried to deflect to that. “Th

REd! rED! OH She PiCkeD ReD! Alice gave a happy little dance as she clasped Alintas hands within her own. “ReD!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. “RED! RED! RED!” Alice pulled Alinta close and then smooshed Alinta’s cheeks in her hand. “SO gloRiouS! MarVelouS! I want to See!” Alice wanted to see what kind of colour Alintas insides were. She wanted to see what kind of face she would make. What would the doormouse do? Oh this was so fun! Alice couldn’t help but stand back and clap, then shower Alinta with confetti. “PAPA!” Alice called loudly. “A show! It’s a very merry show! Oh i

"Sh-She's cOming!" The words seemed to be barely perceptible. They looked like barbed wires, which cut, splintered and were impossible to ignore. Jack’s body shook very hard against the invisible force which did not let him go. His eyes kept closing and opening, his brain asking for logic, support, and even a little bit of help from anywhere. The world was changing very fast around him: flashing colors, sounds, and laughs were all mixed up into one very loud and irritating tick. He didn't understand where he was anymore. "She's cOming!" He faintly heard from his haze, and the wo

“You should just talk to her.” "Fuck!" And just like that, Vitalis jumped out of his skin. His words came out in a hiss. With the music shifting and the host currently taking party-crashers to task, he didn't want to invoke the man's ire. How the fuck was he even moving like that? No small wonder Ascalon didn't have the juice to take him on. It did, however, give Vitalis no small amount of satisfaction to see his milkshake assassins tossed out the door like a basketball. Dude's three-point game was fan-fucking-tastic. It was a good thing that the bartender had not yet replaced h

Jack's lips burned with the ghost of Alinta's kiss when the world fractured around them. It was subtle at first, just the shift of motion at the edge of his vision, but then he saw it. The host, skating effortlessly atop another player's body, gliding across the dance floor like a grotesque parody of grace. The air changed. The crowd's laughter twisted into gasps. The music, still thumping, seemed to mock the horror unfolding. And just like that, whatever spell Blackbook had woven over him shattered. Jack's protective nature kicked in, like it was his first thought, Without thin

Alinta couldn't help but find it odd, how Scar had messaged her, without replying to her question about the ice cream. "I hope it doesn't melt in my inventory..." Alinta thought to herself, packing it away. Scar was only one of two people on her friends list, so when she arrived on the 8th floor, and cautiously stepped out of the city - she was able to slowly make her way towards him. "Wonderland..." She said quietly to herself, she opened up her HUD. Alinta --> Scar; So...what do you mean by wonderland? Alinta --> Scar: Like that movie with the queen of hearts and stuff? Ali

The man twitched, itched, but did not move. Could not move? Perhaps!? Too lost in his dreams! So Alice typed out a message to this 'Alinta' person, inviting her along. Scar--> Alinta: Come meet me in the forest! I found something fun! Meet me in WOnderland! "ThEre!" Alice shifted her form up Scars body, leaning against his chest. "Boop!" She'd touch his nose with her finger. "KeEp DreAminG LittLe Doormouse!" A pat against his cheek. "dO you Like it TherE? Oh I bet you Do! I bet it's all WarM and Cozy!" The messages would pop up on his screen, one after the other, but Alice ha

Jack's fingers twitched. He was aware of the movement of his fingers, but it was not his own. The sluggish weight in his arm lifted, his hand rising as if pulled by invisible strings. His eyes widened faintly, pupils dilated and unfocused. Every muscle in his body felt disconnected, like he was watching himself from somewhere far away. His hand hovered, shaking slightly. His lips parted, and a frail voice escaped. "What.. am I doing..?" The screen in front of him was not steady. It was there and then it was not. The light was very strong, and the letters that were there seemed t

"Hmmm?" Alice watched as he twitched, eyes dancing to and fro. Tears streaking down his face. Crying? Why was he crying? Were his nightmares that bad? But Nightmares were glorious! They would set him free! Break his chains! Maybe he could become something more! Something more than a drab man dressed all in black! "OH! How I want to craWl InSIde youR Head!" The woman stood and began to pace back and forth. There was a problem. "I can't see, no no..." She muttered to herself softly. "He's there, oh yes! He's somewhere, not here, but there! AnywherE? All in his mind! Stuck TraPped EnTwi

The world seemed to turn upside down around him. The tree around him dissolved into a soft blue of color and noise, flowers falling like embers, laughter reverberating as if it was coming from very near. Jack could take a few steps without losing his balance, but his body seemed to be weighed with sand. He gasped for air in a more or less regular fashion but slow and it was as if the air was thickened honey. He heard Alice's crazy laughter faintly and far away and a different voice, smooth, lilting, teasing, that twisted through the trees. But their words no longer mattered. His world was

"PAapa!" Alice skipped over to Tybalt, wrapping her arms around him as he caught her and spun her around once, twice, thrice! She nuzzled the side of his mask with her face. "I didn'T ExPEct you~ A delight!" She stepped back, patting him down, removing an errant leaf from his shoulder. "Such Heights! What a FrEight!" Alice clapped as Tybalt took a bow. "Red and Blue!" A stomp on the blue rose, discarded on the floor, "Blue and Red!" A stomp on the red rose, crushing it beneath her foot, as it snapped it fizzled and sizzled and the smell of burnt leather permeated from beneath her