deadtention | R1 DEADLAND

[It's just as well, and the kitty adventure helped solidify 2D as sort of okay to be around.... not so much because of anything that he did, but seeing Maya able to happily go along with things there eased his heart a bit. After this much time has passed he had sort of expected that he wasn't really going to show up, so he looks a little surprised to see him there.]

Uh... yeah, it is! [He puts down the book he's reading in here and waves him over, pointing at the wall.] We just keep them in the poster.

[If 2D has ever seen the inside of the office, he'll notice it's been totally repainted and stuff moved around. As for the 'poster', it's the pictures of the faculty that were once in here, photoshopped into Wanted Posters just like one you might find in the wild west or some fantasy tavern (it's more the latter.) Of course Oswald's portrait is the one that has the most darts sticking in it.]

Thank you.

[2-D gives Yoosung a small nod as he walks in then, and he heads over to the poster and plucks the darts out.]

I like what you've done with the room. It looks a lot more welcomin' than before.

[He takes a couple of steps back when he's got enough, looking the posters over before throwing a dart at Oswald, first.]

[Yoosung nods, although if, heaven forbid, they keep getting more and more people who would like to take a shot, it may not take too long for that many holes to appear... he absently wonders if Eve would be able to get their old laptops back, though that is definitely because it's a different type of computer than the one that was here, and not because of how optimal they are for LOLOL!! Really, now that he's running a guild in real life, it might be time to quit for good. He'd gotten used to playing with Max and Terra anyway, and it'll make him miss them. Even if playing with them also made him miss Mishima, so he would have probably quit even sooner than that if they hadn't asked... but right now, he feels like he can be in serious mode, at least a little.

Of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't light up at the idea of partying. He's still a young college boy at heart, and besides, Yuuki looks happy right now, how could he possibly turn him down.]

That's true... since we finally finished the headquarters, there's nothing left to do but use it. We might as well live it up to start with! We can stay up late and break in the posters. Catch up to how they were before, hehe.

[He pushes his foot to the ground to roll his chair toward a spot in the room where the throwing angle would be good. And it happens to be near the mini-fridge so he can grab beers. It'll make the time pass...]

Yeah! Todd's stupid face doesn't look right without at least a few darts sticking out of it.

[ Mishima had never really had the guts to join in the whole "Todd" thing when he was alive, but man, looking at that douche's face on this poster, it really does fit.

He grabs some of their questionably-constructed darts from the desk and gives himself a little push to roll over in the same direction, the armrest of his chair lightly bumping against Yoosung's when he rolls a tiny bit too far. (Looks like he underestimated his own strength!! Or, more likely, the slipperiness of the floor.) ]

Sorry! Here.

[ Have some darts as an apology. Or as a trade for one of those drinks. ]

[He's cracking one open when the chair bumps him, but it wasn't hard enough to make him spill, just let out a little 'whoa-' and glance over.]

Thanks, man... [He certainly hadn't grabbed his own yet, but he's gotten used to passing stuff between each other after they'd worked on the room for so many weeks, so his movement taking them is fluid. Drink sharing has not been as often, but is not entirely unprecedented - Yoosung's kind of big on playing up this older college friend role, and besides they've both been through enough trauma that he has a fair few less qualms about irresponsibly spoiling him a little. He's still a tad surprised to see him eyeballing the fridge... rule 5 was decided when Yoosung was an embarrassing enough drunk to make Mishima put his beer down half way. Is his example of what not to do wearing thin? He blinks at him curiously, raising the can.]

Oh, did you want one too? [He's not judging, but "are you sure" is a lingering thought that can be read on his face.]

Well, we had fun. It feels pretty rebellious to mess up the principal's office!

[Almost as much as throwing darts at his face. How's your aim, 2D?]

[What a soothing response.... Yoosung wasn't entirely expecting that, so he looks a bit uncertain, but his smile does grow a little more genuine at that.]

Well, you're the first to say they're jealous of my gullibility... so that makes us both first timers here? [A bit of a silly thing to say, but he's not sure what to make of it... I mean, eidetic memory is objectively cool, isn't it??] But I'm seriously the only one who thought it'd be really handy for studying?

[He'd ace all his tests if he could do that! ....Well, it'd still require not procrastinating on reading the textbook though. But he'd only have to do it ONCE.]

It was a couple of months or more. We basically spent an entire summer in these vacation houses and the abandoned mall. All of it was behind a wall just like Fayflower's.

W-well, I mean, it's okay if we're celebrating something, right?

[ He turns a little red, since he kind of feels like a dumb kid stuttering over his answer, and he knows he was a slightly damp blanket about it last time. But this seems like a good time to go for it! Drinking as part of a celebration is more socially acceptable than in other contexts in his mind, so he's more okay with this.

(Anyway, the solution to stop being embarrassed by things and just have fun is to temporarily dampen your ability to feel shame, right? Sure!) ]

I'll just drink plenty of water afterward, and... you know, stop throwing sharp objects when my aim gets bad. So still following the rules!

Right! We have to be good. I'll watch out for that too!

[but who is watching Yoosung.... well, nah, he thinks he can handle it this time. Satisfied, he puts his can down and fetches another one, passing it over and bumping the cans together shortly after]

There ya go, cheers!

[and he'll take a first gulp. Woo~]

Anyway... We should only try to get a buzz. It shouldn't be too hard to keep playing darts. Probably.

[They'll see how much of a lightweight Yuuki is....]

Cheers!

[ He takes a much bigger first drink than he did last time, though he still kind of wrinkles his nose a little at the taste. (Subtly, though! He's not unappreciative!) ]

All right, just cut me off if my score starts getting really crappy.

[ In other words, if he starts consistently missing Hale's facial features. On some of the earlier poster drafts, he'd tried to get complicated and implement actual traditional dartboard spaces and scoring, but he eventually decided it was a lot more fun to just aim for his actual eyes than for a bullseye. ]

You want to go first?

Haha, sure.

[That little grimace is so innocent. He absently wonders if this is what Zen would feel like whenever he got him drunk.... there's this sense now that he has shoes to fill, of every hyung in the RFA. Anyway, Yoosung nods, his fist tightening around the darts in it enthusiastically before he opens it back up to pluck the first one out to aim. The eyes are of course the top points- you could say "an eye for an eye" is the entire spirit of this game. He leans back, trying to line up the shot, but in the end he doesn't have a ton of sense for this kind of thing in real life so he just throws it without really knowing if it's good or not. He's gotten in some practice in the past week, but still... The dart slams into Oswald's brow.]

Hey, I'm not too far off! For a first throw that's not bad. Try and beat it.

Okay, okay...

[ He's not really close enough to the desk right now to set this can down, and this isn't one of those nice gaming chairs with built in cup holders, soooo he just kind of holds it between his legs for the moment.

Let's see... He squeezes one eye shut as he lines it up, which may or may not do any good, but that's what he usually does in first person shooters, so--

Aaaaand it lands a little to the right of the nose. ]

All right, that was just a warm-up!

[ BUT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN PRETTY GOOD ON A REGULAR DARTBOARD KIND OF... ]

Oh, Viral did. You don't know who that is, though. He's new. I don't think he really meant to kill me... probably.

[Maybe that had been step two after tackling him, but he kind of doubts it.]

...Oh.

...Sorry.

Hmmm?

[Henry glances down at the head. And back at Aiden.]

Would you carry around a friend's head? Seems like that would be a pretty sick thing to do!

Right? We don't know anything, we'll be lost without you!

[He will accept any guidance from cats.]

But that means you're gonna join, doesn't it? First member!

[Casually high-fiving Yuuki over this....]

[It hardly feels like any time has passed at all. It's not hard to pull himself awake from his place on the floor. What is strange is... seeing the school all around him.]

...huh?

[Blink. Blink. He raises a hand to the place his chest was pierced-- yet the mark is gone. The ugly tint to the skin there was gone. It was as if nothing ever happened. And that's the strange thing. He still remembers it clearly.]

Hmm... how curious.

[...what will happen if he wanders out of here?]

[ Fuuuuck falling to your death sucks. Hank stirs, shaking his head and looking around. Where...is he? ]

What the fuck?

[ This is not the beautiful afterlife he had in mind..... But then, was he really expecting to get out of this place by dying? Guess not. ]

[ High five! SOMEONE has to tell these gamers to go to sleep when it gets late, and who better than a talking black cat? ]

Yeah! Welcome to the guild, Hollyleaf!

[ He holds his hand up to her so she can get in on this high-fiving action. ]

Eh, I guess either it technically wasn't vandalism or they just didn't care that much. I wasn't really thinking about if it was breaking a rule or not at that point! I mean, I just drank like, four of these alcoholic energy drinks or whatever?

I was preeeeeetty out of it!

[Like. Seriously. He could see into forever.]

Ha ha, sorry, am I ruining it? Should I be all gloomy and depressed? I mean, I could try to be, but I think I'd be bad at it!

I've always been pretty okay with death and stuff.

[Henry comes by eventually, because listen, this is pretty interesting. It's like the Shepherds, sort of? With less fighting, but there's nothing really TO fight right now, so he guesses that's pretty understandable.

He pauses when he's checking out the guild, though.]

...

So when you say, the only dead things allowed are guild members...

[This is a great start.]

[It was a normal day in the afterlife for 2-D. Wandering around to look for something to spend his time doing, wistfully unaware of the fact that another murder had taken place. For some reason, it didn't even cross his mind more people would start showing up so when he catches the sight of Hank he lets out a very surprised gasp.]

Mister... Mister Anderson?

[He knows Hank told him to use his first name way back but of course, things have... changed. And his default is to usually be polite anyway so it slips out without him really thinking about it.

Also, his eyes are.. normal?? Blue in colour now rather than them being black soulless portals to Hell.]

I don't mean like that, furbrain. I- I just...

After I died, I was supposed to go to StarClan. To join my ancestors. Instead, we're all trapped here. You were never... I was never...supposed to see you here, trapped with the rest of us.

[ . . . . . . ]

What are you doing?

I bet it does.

[His aim is............ okay! He hit's Todd in the chin, and it's oddly satisfying to see.]

I never really met this fellow, but I know a lot of people don't like him 'cos he's the man in charge, yeah?

[His hopes maybe he wouldn't die were dashed when he was shot by a dart and he suffered a horrible, horrible death.

And then he's not dead. Do you have any idea how confusing that is?

Mike Yagoobian, no longer the Bowler Hat Guy, realizes he's...somewhere. Is this the college? Oh, fantastic. Nervously, Mike walks around, and once he sees someone he asks:]

You haven't seen a hat around here, right?

[He really hopes a 'no'. The last thing he wants is to see the hat that almost killed him -- well, more like the hat that got him killed. Because her murder plan is what tore apart the living's relationships, and got Mike, Hank and Alex killed.

If the person he sees is Alexander or Hank he runs away, though. One because although he's very sorry he's scared of Hank's anger, and the other because...well, because he feels guilty. So sorry for everything, Alex]

R1 DEADLAND

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