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kilozombie · 11-26-2017, 07:02 PM

(11-25-2017, 11:50 PM)Arcanuse Wrote: »Friendly pawn Y4 vanquished G11.
...Oh dear.
IA, do not mention the contents of the Battlelog to the players.
When the time is right, we can talk to them as a whole about this.
Now is not that time.
Further, could you check these two logs for timestamps?
Friendly pawn Y4 vanquished G11.
Friendly pawn Y12 knocked out R13.

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Orderlog
Coolzack
>Well.
>That was informative.
>For the time being, I will not be revealing the results.
>What happened happened, and its over.
>No shame in defending yourself, especially given the earlier circumstance with the red and blue teams.
>Did what you had to do to stay alive, yes?
>And right now we need all hands on deck, as it were.

>As for you Mocha, Tipsy had a point.
>You wouldn't offer a compromise at all if you had the power you think you do.
>So before I decide what your doing to Queue constitutes injury, I suggest you release them and consider my offers one last time.

>I would much rather have a valuable assistant in accomplishing my task than what I'll be forced to do if you won't comply.

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Private Log (Hunk Chudfest)
CoolZack
>Could you inform Gene that I may need their assistance shortly?
>I hope I won't, but I have a feeling it will be necessary.

Wonder if the room reached Mocha yet? Hm.
IA, don't suppose we have a camera we could check from?

INPUT AGGREGATOR: yeah i dunno haha
INPUT AGGREGATOR: it took like, a while for the pipe deal to fall in and shit
INPUT AGGREGATOR: im sure well know cus everyone will be ded lmao
INPUT AGGREGATOR: sorri that's not funny
INPUT AGGREGATOR: heres ur battle logs

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INPUT AGGREGATOR: and i chatted real good for you too ye

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Coolzack: Well.
Coolzack: That was informative.
Coolzack: For the time being, I will not be revealing the results.
tiptopGipgop: ...For what? Did you talk to Nicopter?
Coolzack: What happened happened, and its over.
EXA: hmm hmms
Hunk Chudfest: did dti yout tel himh we’r e ral people
Coolzack: No shame in defending yourself, especially given the earlier circumstance with the red and blue teams.
Coolzack: Did what you had to do to stay alive, yes?
cripesalmighty: Oh, have wee got some kind of murder mystery here?
cripesalmighty: I’m SO game.
tiptopGipgop: No, this isn’t-- this isn’t a murder mystery! When is CZ’s buffer going to end...?
cripesalmighty: I thought you looooved murder mysteries, Tipsy.
EXA: stop
EXA: ugh
EXA: dumb, just stop
1234567890: 934h!
EXA: future vers me
cripesalmighty: You are SUCH aaa prude.
Coolzack: And right now we need all hands on deck, as it were.
: You really don’t, liar.
: What’s the hard part of your assignment? Playing a game?
: You’re sad.
Coolzack: As for you Mocha, Tipsy had a point.
Coolzack: You wouldn't offer a compromise at all if you had the power you think you do.
: …
: No, don’t type ellipses.
: You filthy idiot. I’m far from powerless. I manage this nickel.
: Whatever could YOU do to inconvenience me?
Tars Mossburg: “Ahg… ahk… this argument doesn’t feel like going anywhere, don’t think…”
Coolzack: So before I decide what your doing to Queue constitutes injury, I suggest you release them and consider my offers one last time.
Hunk Chudfest: pls st ttop scremaming qcrast
Coolzack: I would much rather have a valuable assistant in accomplishing my task than what I'll be forced to do if you won't comply.
: Try me.
: I’m making quite the offer, and considering you’re still in the dark about incredibly simple things…
: Liar, you’re far from omnipotent. Give me what I WANT.
1234567890: 1 m155 p03m 24ck
1234567890: h3 533m3d 70 kn0w h15 5h17
1234567890: 11k3…
1234567890: 7h15 p03m 7h1n6 15 ju57 4 71m3 51nk
1234567890: 3v3n 1f 17 r34119 m4k35 m3 7h1nk
1234567890: 7h0u6h 0n 53c0nd 7h0u6h7
1234567890: 175 r34119 n07
1234567890: 175 4 71m3 64rb4g3 d15p0541, w1nk
YUPPERS: that one WASN’T EVEN ABOUT DEATH.
tiptopGipgop: I’m just going to wait for the buffer.
godzack: hold on lmao i can speed things up i guess

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It's been interesting not having your earpiece.

Things are... quieter. Sort of. Queue has been screaming his head off for the past two minutes, eyes closed with a trembling body, and shaking him doesn't do anything. Eva has gone off to look at the terminal, and Dinkalsen is...

Behind you. He's behind you. You've been staring absentmindedly at the COMPOUND for a while now, and he must have decided you were worth talking to.

"Zack wants to talk to you soon," he mutters. His voice is starting to die down.

You nod slowly. "I don't have... like, an earpiece, I can't exactly reply."

"You can d'use mine soon. It's not so good to fun listen to them talking."

"Yeah," you say softly, the cold rushing across your face, "it's really not.

He stays there for a moment, his half-hunched form a smallness in the vastness of this void-- trembling and shuddering from the lack of any warmth. He wasn't made for a single thing that's been thrown at him as of late. "Gene?"

Nod. "Dink?"

"I don't like being sober," he stammers, "but I really hate b-being drunk, too... but everyone l-liked me some more when I was is the drunk."

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"...It's not... aghk. Dink, I-I mean, people should just be sober. That's, like, the better way to be."

Spank groans weakly. "I'm t-too good at gaming and the games and obnoxious and loud. You sa'id that."

"What?" You shake your head, tilting back a tad.

"I remember you said it that."

You comb your memories. You've... said a lot of stupid shit over the months. Over the years, even. Does that excuse any of it? Does the fact that you're consistently a bad friend excuse your bad-friendliness?

"Well," you say, "I was wrong, then. I was wrong and an asshole. I'm sorry."

He shuffles his feet. "Okay," says Dinkalsen, "okay, um. No, it's not your asshole. I just don't think about it so much and it's easy to not do any thinking with the terminal on but now it's gone and everything is gone with the blast wave."

"...sorry."

"Stop doing sorry."

"But I am sorry, I'm-- really fucking sorry, Dink, I-I just... don't... have an excuse or good explanation."

Spank shuffles again, and steps back towards the pipe dust. There's not another word from him. It seems the lack of any explanation is worse than a half-hearted one, but the conversation has come-- and gone. It fell into your arms, and slipped out.

It hurts to be. A stream of every regret flows through you, and Queue screams desperately, and he's inconsolable. Nothing you do will ever make this horrible reality better.

You're stuck down here.

You're stuck in here.