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snowblindrpg2017-10-08 06:49 pm
mrcreamsicles) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-10-08 06:49 pm
[log] chips but no salsa [closed]
Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, the Cat, Beckett, Angel, Rhys (the dickcheese one), and Enoch
Location: Building 309
Date: Day 285
Summary: A whole bunch of people meet up, tablet chips get handed off, and maybe pancakes happen.
Warnings: Nothing planned.
309: A house, green on the Geiger counter, that probably should have been redecorated ages ago. Everything looks to be from the 60s or 70s. There was carpeting here, but it's gone now, revealing a locked trapdoor in the bedroom. There's a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom. "зеленый" is written on the inside of the door. A ration box from the convenience store has been attached to the inside of one of the kitchen cabinets with wood glue. On the kitchen wall beneath it, a message has been painted in black: "i left a ration box here for storing food. if you want to leave rations for the people exploring it should hopefully protect them from radiation. any other supplies can go in the cupboard outside the box. contact davesprite (@featherydouche) if some fucker steals it".
Location: Building 309
Date: Day 285
Summary: A whole bunch of people meet up, tablet chips get handed off, and maybe pancakes happen.
Warnings: Nothing planned.
309: A house, green on the Geiger counter, that probably should have been redecorated ages ago. Everything looks to be from the 60s or 70s. There was carpeting here, but it's gone now, revealing a locked trapdoor in the bedroom. There's a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom. "зеленый" is written on the inside of the door. A ration box from the convenience store has been attached to the inside of one of the kitchen cabinets with wood glue. On the kitchen wall beneath it, a message has been painted in black: "i left a ration box here for storing food. if you want to leave rations for the people exploring it should hopefully protect them from radiation. any other supplies can go in the cupboard outside the box. contact davesprite (@featherydouche) if some fucker steals it".
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I wouldn't exist without it. Plus I'm a sprite now; I'm a living, breathing guide to the game. There's.... There's not really a point getting all regretful about it. Like, yeah, nothing went the way it was supposed to, and a lot of it was...
[He wipes at his mouth, then forges on.]
It is what it is, Enoch. There's a timeline where people win. That's the best I can ask for.
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[Now that the explanation's out of the way? He can actually voice his misgivings about all of this.]
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[His voice goes a shade firmer.]
I don't want to get into the whole Ultimate Riddle right here and now, but just trust me when I say personal choices have a part in how it all shakes out. Plus debating about it doesn't exactly change it? You're not the one who went through it. I'm the one dealing with all this aftermath.
[For better or worse. His feelings are complicated, not all good, and he has a weirder position than some would.]
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[Beckett had recently called attention to the way everyone's free will was being mercilessly betrayed, denied, violated. It's a more sensitive subject to him now than most, between the reminder and the tower. But he doesn't go on, because his own sympathetic pain is clearly hitting a nerve, and hurting others is something he can't abide.]
...How is your choice honored?
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Even if there's objectively one timeline for the way things have to go, the way that timeline was shaped was still by the decisions of the people in it. My friend got tricked into dying, I spent months leveling up and learning about the game, I went back in time and saved him, then I turned myself into a sprite—the thing I am now. The timeline had to go that way or he'd have stayed dead and not been able to go onto do the stuff that made our team exist in the first place. But do you think I just did it because I had to? That I even knew dick about how time works when I started out? I'm the one who chose it.
The Ultimate Riddle is this whole question of like, how much is free will and how much is left to fate? But it's both. Time has to go the way it goes, but it wouldn't go that way without you being you. That's it.
[It doesn't get into the real meat of doomed timelines, but talking about them isn't something he wants to do at all with Enoch. Not when he's so set on being sad and sympathetic about it; not when the weight of that pity feels like a burden to carry for him. There's times he can take it, but when it's about the decisions he had to make, it's too much.]
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[He still doesn't like that there are living, breathing humans whose sole existence is for a certain thing. He could have said no when invited to Heaven and he would have just lived and died like a normal person. Any of these youths say no and...they were never born? Even if they are all people who wouldn't, that's what strikes him as unfathomably cruel, that they exist for a single express purpose, in a way that humans very specifically should not, by the things in humanity he holds most dear.
Sorry, Davesprite - on this subject, he must be horrified, and pitying, and sad; it goes against the grain of who and what he is.]
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No. There's one alpha timeline. There's an afterlife if you fuck up and make the wrong decision. Can we cut it there?
[He gives him a pointed look, albeit from behind his shades still.]
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Subdued, he just nods. He feels bad and feels bad for feeling bad, even though he can't feel any other way about this, however much Davesprite accepts his fate and the way of things.]
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Thanks.
[For not pushing further.]
I'm gonna go look around some more, alright?
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