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[ when the tile flips you over, you find yourself falling into a dimly lit room, with nothing to cushion your fall but the drop not being terribly high in the first place. There is a large plasma screen that goes wall to wall hooked to the farthest end from them - aside from that, the room is empty, despite the lubdub rhythmic thrum of electricity. The room is perhaps surprisingly warm.

On the big screen, a young woman sits in a completely different room, looking unimpressed. She has a gummi bear in hand. ]

With that kind of half assed prayer I couldn't tell if you fucks were trying to summon a demon or a wet fucking fart. The fuck do you shitnuggets want?

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[Lands in an ungainly sprawl of limbs, heart weapon clattering to the floor. He scrambles to retrieve it, then climbs to his feet, kind of ducking his head.]

Uh. Sorry, dude. Guess we dunno the SOP for something like this.

You, uh. You taken a look at our Tokyo lately?

[She is slower to react, taking more time to roll to her feet from where they'd fallen than Hurricane's rush. A quick glance around the room for exits, then she hooks her thumbs in her pockets and moves to stand beside Hurricane.]

Spoiler alert, it's not great. Figured it probably sucked for you too, since nothing left to research or develop if there's no one left to play, right?

How cute, the bitch thinks I care.

[ tearing the gummi in two, head ripped clean off ]

The fuck do I care about this site going to shit, you pieces of fresh dung like to wreck my fucking shit anyway. They'll just get more of you poor fucks if this ends up failing, so whatever. You reap what you fucking sow.

[ despite her words, her tone is pretty irritated, sarcastic - it's difficult to tell if she doesn't care or if she does. ]

I mean. There's gotta be something you want though, right? Looks like you're not crazy about candy, but you're still talking to us, so like - you musta been at least a little interested.

Or at least bored enough to try something. There aren't that many of us trying to chat you up, are there?

[ thoughtful ]

Honestly I hate every one of you fucks. But fine, say I'm biting. What do you want?

A way to undo whatever this grey stuff is, I guess. On us, and the whole rest of the place, too.

[Glances toward Nemesis, like, does that cover it??]

Yeah, or like--a way to prevent it. ...If you've got one, anyways. If it's not your department, no point in even asking you about it.

What, you want to undo it? But I thought you fucksticks wanted to stop being idols.

Not if not being idols means not being anywhere at all.

Selfish, I know, but preferably we'd get at least one choice of which crappy ending we're headed towards.

You did and you fucked it up, shitstains.

[ picking apart the gummi body now ]

Fuck, you don't even know how good you got it. Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position? And here I am, stuck being the manager in all this stupid mess! Ugh.

[ irritated, clearly, though her tone doesn't quite match the way her face moves - her expression doesn't change much at all, the only part of her face that really moves is her eyes rolling; her voice turns sing-song, condescending ]

All you have to do is not be a selfless piece of shit.

What do you mean, the manager? You, what - do the tech, run the show?

When'd we fuck it up? --When were we selfless shits, him notwithstanding.

No shit, Sherlock.

[ to nemesis: ]

You ever sail on a boat before?

No... Why?

[Seems like the question to ask. Just listening.]

Shit, what a fucking idiot. Alright, you know how you can sail on a boat, right? The fucking basics? You do know what buoyancy is?

Yes? I assume you're getting to a point eventually?

Alright, imagine Tokyo-F is a boat, and several of you are rowing. Some of you are being fuckos kicking the boat, and some of you are, I assume, doing your best. Whatever.

Doesn't matter if the rest of you are trying hard if one of you kicks at the boat hard enough to make a hole in it, see? The rest of you will sink.

[Looks from her to Hurricane and back]

So...what? The selfless ones're fucking up the boat?

You can plug up one hole, maybe two, but if enough of you kick too many holes into the boat, you're just fucked.

Here's another way to think about it. You ever think about where you are? Not just Tokyo-F, but where Tokyo-F is. What that means.

[Looks from her to Hurricane and back again, holding her tongue for once. From her expression, she's thought about it--or actively avoided thinking about it--more than a few times.]

I mean, sure. Pretty much everyone has, I guess.

But what's being selfless even got to do with kicking holes in the boat? And what happens if we do sink? You saying we'll - what? Fall through to what's underneath?

Edited 2018-12-06 15:57 (UTC)

Jesus, you're a fucking idiot!

You're already drowning, numbnuts! This is the water. Humans aren't made to survive in Hell so we made you a fucking boat but soooome of you shitforbrains just haaaad to fuck it up so now you're all drowning and this project will be a failure and I'm gonna get shit for it and - ugh!

[ aggressively throwing the gummi at the screen; it jostles ]

You have any brain cells in there? You think Godly shit like selflessness does fucking anything here? What do you think Hell is!?