e i g h t. ( anon text ) . like playing with fire, i'll get hurt

[dedikated]

( This message comes to the network at 3am, the sign of someone not sleeping, probably having spent one too many nights at Delight's bar to be at all healthy for their liver.

Whether they're drunk this night is a question that's hard to answer, since they've had the sense to turn on anonymous posting and type correctly. But three words can't be that hard to type, right? )

Are you coping?

( If you have to send this? You're probably not. )

Comments

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[skelebro]

[lol why even bother with anon when you gotta make a conscious effort to make your font look like anything other than what it is? No point in it.]

just fine, thanks.
how're you?

[Which is a dirty lie, but he's pretty sure 95% of the people here expect that.]

just anon texting forever.

[dedikated]

Peachy.

( Just. Fucking. Peachy. Because everyone who's peachy stays up on the clinic's rooftop, sort of tipsy and asks stupid cryptic questions to the network at large. Absolutely. )

[skelebro]

in general, someone who's coping don't feel the need to post something like this.

[But yeah, sure. Super peachy.]

[anonymous text]

[circumitus]

why do you care?

[anonymous text]

[dedikated]

Probably shouldn't.
But we're all stuck here going through this shit.

Just wondering.

[anonymous text]

[circumitus]

so, what? you aim to commiserate or just looking for someone out there who might be more fucked than you?

[anon text]

[somuchlove]

[Chara's not one to share their feelings. On the other hand, this event had left them with less than a full deck, so to speak.]

As well as to be expected.

Yourself?

[They kind of have the feeling they already have the answer.]

[anon text]

[dedikated]

Same.

( She's just sober enough, sat in the cold of the open cave, up on the clinic's rooftop, to sort of regret the impulse to ask this.

Not quite sober enough to stop talking to people though. So, understatements it is, then. )

Just tired.

[anon text]

[somuchlove]

[Chara can share the regrets of random impulses, if it comes up.]

I sincerely doubt the Gods plan on letting us rest long enough to recover.

[Just to kick them all while they're down.]

[dedikated]

Why wouldn't it?

[hotspurred]

One must. We have no choice.

[dedikated]

True.

But must and can aren't the same thing.

[hotspurred]

I would not disagree. But the gods will hardly afford us time to reconcile ourselves.

anon;

[iustitiae]

no

anon;

[dedikated]

How long you been here?

[iustitiae]

long enough to know that doesnt matter

[pellameno]

not well.

[dedikated]

This just started, or...?

[pellameno]

I have my double's memories.

it's been awhile since I slept at this point.

[knifecollecting]

Better than some. Did you have a double?

[dedikated]

Good.

( And she sincerely means that. Someone's life has to not entirely suck around here. )

And yes.

anon;

[hasitsthorns]

Totally.

[ Does sarcasm translate well over text? She hopes so. ]

anon;

[dedikated]

( It does, actually, at least when you're drunk and cynical. )

Great.
Let's throw a party.