R1 DEADLAND PT2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[lockdownmods]

[it’s strange, for the people who were already dead, the shift in scenery is sudden and complete. For those who have just arrived? It’s like you’re back where you left?

How strange.

But if you ever need her, you can always reach out to the guardian of this place.]

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Note: locations lag a week behind the living counterparts

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[sendintheclown]

And that's why we're different.

[It's as simple as that, really. Not in just the difference of their personalities, but in the if. As if such a thing could be opted out of, as if there was really any other option.]

I can't imagine you'd be able to understand.

[starswink]

[An option is what he was presented with by the nature of the question. But if Yoosung is dismissed, he'll just frown to himself and take that as his cue to move on.]

[sendintheclown]

One more thing. You said it wasn’t fair.

[Yoosung called it a two for one, but the truth of it for Gogol was that it was a two for two. If it’s in the interest of fairness, the scales were skewed against him. He carried this burden of knowledge, bodies weighing down his soul, whereas others could be content with their captivity until their liberation.]

Whoever promised you it should be?

[starswink]

[At this point, he's done entertaining the philosophical approach. Yoosung turns and glares.]

You called it a "win-win situation." You can't say that unless it's good for everyone involved! Tess wasn't like Holmes! And you... I don't even think you were really trying to get away with it...

What the hell was the point? All you're doing is prolonging the suffering and doing exactly what the others expected you to. [he scoffs, suddenly remembering the called bluff over the pancakes.] I didn't think you were that bad before I died. So much for a duty to surprise and entertain.

[sendintheclown]

[A chuckle, self-aware and lamenting, if that were possible.]

What was the point?

[He's been asking himself that since he got here. It was always good to return to the start.]

I wanted freedom. For myself, and, in the end, for everyone else. Every human life is sinful, he knew, and together...together we'd break down the prison walls that keeps them all trapped.

[Dostoyevsky had made good on his promise, his plan, to Gogol at least. There was little betrayal there, personally. It had been perfect, truly. Then all of this got in the way.]

I tried to end suffering, and caused more of it. Unhappiness for happiness. They're no different from comedy and tragedy, aren't they?