ain't no party like a murdergame afterparty, cw: some mentions of alcohol

[originallutece]

[--cuz a murdergame afterparty is horrifying and sad and possibly a little threatening if Mahiro insists on bringing his gun with him, please don't do that buddy.

Honestly, guys, we're running out of cooks at this rate. But it's nice to gather after horrifying events, and so while Rosalind's cooking skills are absolutely terrible, her alcohol-pouring skills are a little better. Come have a glass of wine or three and ruminate on the fact that there's only fourteen of us left.]

Comments

[irrationalities]

No one's saying you shouldn't try to go for whatever you want. But expecting everything to turn out nicely just isn't realistic.

[pseudoregelia]

Is that why you act the way you do?

Never getting your hopes up too high?

[irrationalities]

If you wanna put it that way.

I'm just not arrogant enough to think I can save everyone.

[pseudoregelia]

Have you ever tried before?

To save everyone, without leaving a single person behind.

[irrationalities]

[He thinks of the empty towns he's walked through after they've been devastated by bizarre fruits that metamorphosed lives into metal.]

No. Even if I cared to, it wouldn't have been feasible anyways.

[pseudoregelia]

Oh? Then, have you tried saving people at all before?

[irrationalities]

Just once. There was a girl sitting around all dumbstruck while some stuff was crashing down.

[Shrugs.]

I was just nearby.

[pseudoregelia]

What happened?

[irrationalities]

Nothing. She survived, but I didn't keep tabs on her after that.

Everyone else in the city nearby was dead though.

[And so it goes.]

[pseudoregelia]

[Record scratch.]

--Everyone...?

[irrationalities]

[Hoo boy, he might as well explain, at least partially.]

Yeah. There's something in my world called Black Iron Syndrome. Basically, pretty much every living thing in the vicinity of some fucked up magic gets turned to metal, rendering them effectively dead. The government's pretty intent on covering these incidents up, but I'd wager the casualties are probably at around tens of thousands at the least.

[It's all said so matter-of-factly that you'd think he's talking about the weather report, honestly. But in other words:]

There's a limit to how much one person can do.

[pseudoregelia]

[Tens of...]

Were you... involved in all of that-?

[irrationalities]

You could say that. I was gonna stop all of that shit on someone else's behalf. Can't say if anything really got accomplished either way though, because all of this [vague gesture to the room] happened.

[pseudoregelia]

[Boy, doesn't she know that feel.]

And here I thought you were from a world like ours...

[irrationalities]

And what kinda world is that?

[Actually, he's never really asked, has he. Huh.]

[pseudoregelia]

A normal one, I suppose. Unlike some of the people here, we don't have magic or anything grand like that.

[Mostly.]