three; video

[iustitiae]

[oh hello hadriel. it's "connor" but this isn't the silly laid back way he normally starts his posts, he looks very serious as he starts talking.]

Man, you guys are collectively the weirdest group of social media users. One day you're asking who ships what the next day you're making vague comments about something horrible someone did once. And it's always, "oh I couldn't possibly tell you what I did, but let me look for emotional support for my vast and intense guilt!" Please. You think you deserve sympathy for that?

[connor laughs, cold and bitter and shakes his head.]

I get it, I do. It's easier to not talk about it. Easier to live on the reputations you've built while you've been here and ask for help based solely on what people know than give up the ghost and actually show them the skeletons in your closet that you're so upset about. Maybe your friends will just imagine you cheated on your significant other once upon a time, or you accidentally lied to your mom, or you did something that, when we tell the whole story, actually sounds like it wasn't your fault at all. The kinds of things good people feel guilty about.

But let's face us - how many of us are actually good people? Why waste our time talking in circles about vague half-truths or covering our obviously deep-seeded issues with superfluous shitposting?

[he clears his throat and is quiet for a moment - dramatic flair, like he's about to drop some real truth bombs. (he is.)]

Here, I'll start: I killed my professor's husband with a group of friends. We covered up the murder like the good little future-lawyers that we are. We did a good job. We'll probably get away with it. Not that I'm likely to find out, since I'm stick here with all of you now.

[he's just going to let that...sink it. better to do it now before people start getting completely paranoid about the doubles than later on. but even if they figure out he's not his original - what does it matter? this wasn't some lie he was fabricating.]

That feels good, getting that out there. Now it's your turn.

Comments

[iustitiae]

Your thing is way more colorful than my thing, that's for sure.

He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. One of the people in our group was trying to steal data off his computer and he found out.

[wormintheglass]

It was. Oh, how I wish I still had my cabaret; you would have loved it, Connor.

How did you kill him?

[iustitiae]

Yeah? Why don't you tell me about it.

Blunt force trauma to the head. There was blood everywhere.

[wormintheglass]

Messy. Try poison or suffocation next time - so much cleaner.

Oh, it was just a little place. Berlin, 1934. Such a wonderfully vibrant place in history! The tension positively shivers in the air; it makes everybody reckless and passionate. We were in the nature of a bolthole - a little sanctuary where you could forget the troubles of the world.

I did have bigger plans for it. But it was glorious, while it lasted.

[iustitiae]

It all happened pretty quickly.

[he definitely listens to what she says, though - she has a nice way of telling it.]

Maybe you should start something like that, here. Ask Delight or Hope to help you out.

[wormintheglass]

Hope's prices are a little steep for me. No, my days of running an establishment are behind me - but I do sing in Delight's bar, now and again.

[iustitiae]

What did he ask?

[wormintheglass]

I had to inspire hope in people. I succeeded, of course, but it's hardly my area of expertise.

[iustitiae]

Still, a little challenge for something good can't be that bad.