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[edibles]

( Beth had meant to post this anonymously but that hadn't ended up working. Oops? )

It doesn't suck any less going through it more than once.
This place gets more fucked up every month.

( Someone's bitter. She also isn't sure she wants to know what the hell her double did after killing her )

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[knifecollecting]

[Jo's been off and on ignoring the network, but...]

agree with the second part. What doesn't get easier?

[edibles]

Dying.

[iustitiae]

What made you think it'd get easier

[unfollowing]

want to go get a drink?

[Since you're not anonymous at all and it's pretty obvious you're not okay.]

wolfie's downstairs if you'd rather stay in or whatever

[edibles]

Doing it once before.

[edibles]

( Fuck )

Let's go out.

text > action

[unfollowing]

i'll be in the kitchen

[And so she is, heading downstairs after grabbing a jacket. She refills Wolfie's water bowl while she waits, scratching his ears when to pass the time. It's relaxing.]

[circumitus]

dying is actually pretty easy once you get over pain.

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[devotional]

More than once?
Have doubles appeared in this place before?

[ Forgive her. She's still relatively new. ]

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[unitas]

Yeah, it kind of never stops being shitty. [ Sorry, Beth. :c ]

[edibles]

( It's only a couple of minutes before Beth comes down, answering another few texts before she does )

Hey.

[edibles]

I don't want it to be easy.

[edibles]

I don't know. I don't think we need them again.

[edibles]

You'd think they'd run out of shit.

[unitas]

Yeah, but they don't. Probably won't. And if they do, they'll end up throwing us through the same loops as before. [ And it won't make going through them any easier. ]

[unfollowing]

Come on. [Emily straightens and nods towards the door. She's not going to ask about the post just yet. Having also died twice, she gets where it comes from.] Let's get going. Maybe Delight will be there and we can ask her for good tequila.

[knifecollecting]

I'm sorry.

Once would be enough, right? This place kinda sucks.

[circumitus]

then you should get better at not dying.

[edibles]

Yeah. I'm pretty sure they don't care.

[edibles]

They actually have good stuff here?

( Not that Beth really knows what'd be good and what wouldn't, but she appreciates Emily right now )

[edibles]

Yeah, thanks.

[edibles]

What do they get from their suffering? Like how does what we feel give them power?

[devotional]

No. No, we most certainly do not.
I assume you have been here for some time, if you can reference the change of this place in months.
How do you fare? Are you alright?

[unfollowing]

If you ask her for it, yeah. [She's got you, Beth. You're one of her people.

A little bit of walking in silence later, she glances over at Beth.] So are you okay or..."

[circumitus]

you're welcome.

[Is that sarcasm? Genuine? Who knows!]