[log] The Pit [open]

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Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

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[sleight_of_fate]

[He's sorry, Alfie.

And he's so much like Watson. With a whole bunch of guilt and past failure on top of it.]

...yeah. I guess I am.

Fixing things was what I was always good at. There's a lot to fix here, and the past doesn't matter so much. Makes it feel like it's a new start.

[devoutish]

Your head's fucked, mate.

[He taps a finger against his own temple.]

But you're in good company here.

[sleight_of_fate]

You have no idea.

[He smiles, though it's strained.]

I appreciate it, though. Whatever happens here, I got to know people I never would have met otherwise, and that does mean a lot to me.

[devoutish]

[Alfie's eyes flick to Royce, crouched over by the pit.]

Means more to me than I would have thought.

[sleight_of_fate]

[A faint smile follows Alfie's gaze.]

Funny how you find something in the worst places, huh?

Sometimes even in hell there are roses.

[That phrase feels important. He knows it from somewhere. As soon as he speaks it, he knows he knows it, just not from where.]