deadtention | R1 DEADLAND

[ There's actually been kind of a lot happening here lately! Sure, Mishima's threshold for "a lot" has probably been skewed drastically downward since his first miserable, uneventful weeks post-death, and yes, the main reason more stuff is happening is because more people are dying, which objectively sucks, but... well, the distraction from the abyss of his own thoughts has been good for him, and he's been noticeably brighter for it.

Their guild has officially been in action for about a week now, but he's still found plenty of more minor things to add or fix since then, or had second thoughts about some of his graphic design choices and gone back to make some improvements. For now, at least, with his new and improved dartboard portraits up on the wall and without that transparency issue that had been bugging him, he's ready to call it a day. Or a week, even.

He sits down behind the desk in the executive office chair he's commandeered with a sigh of relief, and swivels it around to get one more look at the day's work from a slightly greater distance. ]

Nice.

[ And swiveling back with a slightly sheepish grin -- ]

Okay, I swear I'm not going to make you take them down again. I am seriously done this time.

[Yoosung can barely tell the difference between the two posters, and this is like the third time he's switching them out for Mishima, but he feels helpful!! He has his own chair and all is well. The wanted posters were already full of a lot of holes anyway, after what happened with 2D and Maya. You couldn't say that balling them up and putting them straight in the trash was not also cathartic in its own way. It's where these guys belong.]

Well, it keeps them fresh. If you think of anything else to add, though, we should just move a computer and a printer in here next.

[It would probably be him moving it but that's fine. Carrying stuff is manly!! He brought a mini-fridge in earlier too, since the beer would taste better cold.]

[ They actually probably should do that at some point. (Definitely for important management stuff and not for games though!!) He doesn't know where they'd put them without making it look too reminiscent of the old faculty office, though, and-- well, anyway, he already mentally called it a day-slash-week, so! ]

Yeah, that's not a bad idea. I definitely think we're set for a while, though! I mean, until they end up with too many holes for us to tell whose faces we're shooting at, I guess.

[ He leans back in his chair for a few moments, looking up at the ceiling. Hm. ]

Kind of feels like we should have a party or something to celebrate the completion of our first major task, don't you think?

[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.]

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... ]

[Yoosung takes a sip, watching him.]

Does closing your eye really help for this?

[He thought that was just a myth!! But it IS in the middle... if it had actually hit the nostril it would have been worth more points though.]

Mmm... maybe? I feel like it's supposed to help if you're using your dominant eye, but I might be making that up.

[ He picks his can back up and takes another sip. He hides his mixed feelings about the taste a little better this time now that he's more used to it again. ]

Man, I wonder if we're going to have to make more of these if all the people from those weird profiles eventually show up here. Or... all the robots or whatever, I mean. I bet at least some of them are jerks too.

[ He wonders, but he already printed out the pictures just in case. ]

I hope we don't have to make them "wanted." That would be a lot of enemies!

[He's fine with just this one!! And he closes one eye and then the other, trying to figure out his dominant eye, then giving up and just throwing it into his hair.]

Ah, too high. But anyway, I think Vivi made them to be her friends... and then she made friends for the friends. Or dates? I'm not sure. It's kind of weird that only one of them was male.

The whole thing is kind of weird, isn't it? But yeah... Though I mean, I guess if I were making something like that I'd probably want to make mostly female ones too.

[ Don't call him out on the fact that it wasn't any of the female AIs' pictures he lingered on the longest, okay.

Closing one eye again just because, and-- oof, overcompensated on the angle, it's off to the right of Hale's left eye this time. ]

Aw.

Well, it's closer than my first shot.

[Yoosung is taking another sip, thoughtfully.]

You're thinking about what you'd do? And you'd rather be surrounded by girls...

[He's taken a brief stint a club like that before - the one with that girl who wanted him to join in stargazing because his name meant shooting star. It wasn't bad, but he felt pretty overwhelmed...]

I think that would get kind of awkward. I'd rather have it be even!

Well, they'd be ones you programmed, right? I think you could probably make it not awkward.

[ Hmm... ]

Of course, then you could also make sure the guys were good friends and not jerks, so...

[ So he probably wouldn't actually have to worry about being stuffed into a locker by his own creation instead of loved by it, which, even if he isn't going to admit it, is a very real concern for his hypothetical AI-engineering alter ego. ]

[Hmm. The thought he's putting into friend customization here is a little concerning...]

But you don't really think all of that's what she was thinking about, right?

[I mean, he straight up thought some of Vivi's robots would be jerks.]

[ What, it's not like going down that path has ever gotten anyone flayed alive by a vengeful gay witch. ]

Probably not, but I'm not sure if they were really intended to be friends anyway. I mean, aside from the corgi, probably. They each had a designated "purpose" like they were experiments for developing certain aspects or functionalities.

[ Sips... ]

A-anyway, I'm just saying in general that having a bunch of female robots around could be kind of hot.

[ MINUS THE LITTLE KID, obviously... ]

It's, uh. It's your turn, right?

Yeah, I'm up! [Yoosung sets down his beer and gets out of his chair to retrieve the darts that have been thrown so far, plucking them out one by one. Fortunately this gives him a moment to process that Yuuki probably noticed his reactions to some of the profiles... it's obvious that the stuffier line of conversation about their experimental purposes isn't the better topic of conversation for what has been specifically designated a party. His inner former class rep nerd boy self is dying a little, but he should just admit it, right?]

Ehhh, you're not wrong. A lot of them were hot looking. Most of them were my type too...

[Now that this is out, he better not laugh. Yoosung backs up enough to throw another dart, finally hitting the eye and throwing up his hands.]

Yaaay!

Hey, nice!

[ Claps supportively!!

And yes, this is much better party conversation than the ethics of robot friendships, jeez. ]

Yeah! I always thought Satou-san was super pretty.

[ Even if he's kind of confused about her now?? ]

I don't know if the twins were my type, exactly, but they were still pretty hot too. I wonder which one is which. I feel like Sola should be the one with the red in her hair, since, you know, "Sol", but.

[ Shrugs. He has no idea if those hair colors were hard coded by Vivienne or if they actually dyed them themselves or what. ]

Satou is definitely pretty, but I like her personality most... um, maybe. To be honest, her profile in the school and her profile in the files seemed pretty different, but they're both good in different ways? If it's all true then that's pretty good.

[he'd say it's a shame they don't see her more, but he's not actively looking for a girlfriend anymore... it's not so easy to get over a lost love. But this is all hypothetical, so it's fine. He sits down and passes Mishima his share of darts, taking another drink.]

I'm not sure, but I really liked their hair! They looked like the bad girls that would eat you alive. Kind of scary, but...

[He definitely does not make that sound like a bad thing. He'd be into it... except...]

Well, they'd have to be a little older to be my type...I think.

[ Accepts darts!! ]

Yeah? They're seventeen, right? So it would be pretty much the same as you and me. Age difference-wise, I mean.

[ OBVIOUSLY. ]

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[The week has been a little... lonely. There's not a lot of people on the other side but even if there were, it's not like 2-D had a lot of people he'd want to talk to after everything that happened. He wanted to.. try to talk to the people here a bit more but, well. He didn't really know most of them, and the one he really did know well.. he murdered. So needless to say, he's been enjoying some me-time lately.

It hasn't bothered him that much but after a full week of mostly me-time he just feels a little bit melancholy. So he goes into the simulation room and simulates.. an island. It's calming up here, honestly. The wind blowing his hair softly to the side, the sight of nothing but clouds below as he hangs his feet over the edge.

If anyone wanted to join him, he wouldn't be opposed to it at all. It might be nice to just chill out for a moment.]

R1 DEADLAND

Friday

closed to yoosung; cw for dead underage drinking eventually i guess

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