AlcheME! - SATURDAY NOON PST

[idolpro]

[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.

There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.

Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]

RECIPE BOOK

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[morelikefakespeareamirite]

Let's go with that....I get the feeling I am probably a bit different.

[doublefried]

Everyone's different! That's what makes us special.

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

What do you feel like then? If I may ask?

[doublefried]

What, like my emotions?

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

That's right.

[doublefried]

[ contemplative pause

but you know what, if I has no emotions he also has no room to judge ]

I mean, we could do the ribbon thing.

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

If you don't mind? Having other points of comparison would be nice.

[doublefried]

Sure! Although, full disclosure, I'm not very emotionally normal either.

[ goes and fetches a ribbon ]

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

[Maybe this is a normal way to feel then...]

Who would be considered "normal" then?

[doublefried]

[ looks around ]

P isn't here, but probably him.

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

Do the ribbons work outside of games? No reason, just curious.

[doublefried]

I don't know, honestly. We might get to take one home if we win?

[ holds out a ribbon to him ]

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

[Taking the ribbon without hesitation this time, the desire to feel more taking the steering wheel]

[doublefried]

[ w is a lot.

From the outside in there's this: he's curious about how I's emotions or lack thereof work, and sympathetic to his feeling out of place. There's no judgement or disdain; beyond the surface thoughts there's fondness and amusement for how AlcheME! has chosen to approach the game, and some relief.

Beyond that there's discomfort, a guarded, wary feeling, like an animal alert for anything, and a distant, faint but persistent exhaustion at dealing with Imeeji in any capacity for any amount of time, and an even more distant simmering guilt and resentment.

Past that, though, is something deeper, some kind of burning determination (a light that does not go out), something that does not waver or bend no matter what. It's not quite hope and not quite optimism because it goes beyond both of those, a kind of faith not in himself but in his ability to endure. no matter what, endure, and do not break. It's a feeling strong enough to be the core of his entire being, but it shares that core with two others conflicting with each other - deep deep down I want to help people and I want to be free, both incredibly desperately intense but in opposite directions.

So yeah, there's a lot going on in good ol' W. ]

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

[Wrapping the ribbon around his hand...There is a burning inside of I as well....however, it's a twisting, coiling hatred curling along the edges of an all consuming emptiness. There's a soul deep nothingness that feels like starvation, but the kind where you've been starving so long, you no longer feel hungry...you simply feel hollow. Or more accurately, it's the absence of anything that absorbs everything.

Any emotions W is putting out through the bond are immediately swallowed, but do nothing to fill the void, like trying to shout in a hurricane, those feelings are lost to the storm. I is also familiar with two conflicting cores, but those cores feel almost completely separate yet one and the same....he likes everything, he hates everything, he likes nothing, he hates nothing....what's true and what isn't bleed together and are impossible to separate even within his own feelings. The only common thread between the two is hate. A bone deep sort of hatred that even the loss of his memories couldn't erase. There's the desire to destroy, but what?

The more you try to unravel what feeling is more "true" the more it feels like you're falling. Through it all the desire for an "end" peeks through it all, constant and just within reach. The entire experience is like a waking dream.]

[doublefried]

Dang.

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

You're right! We're so similar, you an I! How exciting! Isn't your heart pounding?

[doublefried]

Well, I don't think I ever said we were similar, just both not 'normal'...

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

Same difference! That should count for herb, right?

[doublefried]

It should, yeah.

Are you okay?

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

Why wouldn't I be?

[doublefried]

You just seemed a little... I dunno, wistful.

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

Just thinking how I can get one of these ribbons as a prize. Because I think we have this one in the bag, if I do say so myself.

[doublefried]

We definitely did some kind of bartending!

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

What else could they possibly want? ....though, I suppose we should give them a magic trick. A specialty of the house.