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some moments last forever, and some flare out with love, love, love [afterparty]
[So that all sucked really bad, huh.
Forrest had meant what he said about going to the clinic immediately after all of this, getting medical supplies ready and set up on hand to prepare to receive people - Dandy is the primary candidate for this, whether he likes it or not - but before he goes he grabs Rossiu for the briefest moment before sending him on his way. Sure enough, when the note comes in a few minutes it isn't in Forrest's flowing, delicate hand but rather something blockier and incredibly neat. If you've seen Rossiu's handwriting, you'll recognize it: ]
We're having a memorial gathering in the ice cream parlor in an hour. Feel free to attend if you'd like, or if you would prefer to not be alone.
[...It seems like as good a place as any.
There are some things set up, though not terribly many; the tables are set out and are perhaps a bit closer than they normally would be, but go ahead and make yourself some sundaes, pull up a chair, talk to one another, ruminate over whether Jason and Hagakure would have liked this (or whether Vholran wouldn't have, either way) - it's your night, to do what you want with.]
Forrest had meant what he said about going to the clinic immediately after all of this, getting medical supplies ready and set up on hand to prepare to receive people - Dandy is the primary candidate for this, whether he likes it or not - but before he goes he grabs Rossiu for the briefest moment before sending him on his way. Sure enough, when the note comes in a few minutes it isn't in Forrest's flowing, delicate hand but rather something blockier and incredibly neat. If you've seen Rossiu's handwriting, you'll recognize it: ]
[...It seems like as good a place as any.
There are some things set up, though not terribly many; the tables are set out and are perhaps a bit closer than they normally would be, but go ahead and make yourself some sundaes, pull up a chair, talk to one another, ruminate over whether Jason and Hagakure would have liked this (or whether Vholran wouldn't have, either way) - it's your night, to do what you want with.]
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[It's hollow.]
He was really happy about it. We were friends, I just -
[He scrubs a hand over his face.]
Maybe you're right. Maybe I've just always been like that, and this place isn't helping. Peregrine says I - I act like I'm not a part of things even when I am, like I'm always holding everything at a distance. Maybe this is what she was talking about.
[Is he about to freak out again? Hard to tell. He takes a breath, steadies himself.]
I - sort of fell apart last week. [He looks away, like even admitting that much is sort of stressful.] And the week before that. I can't keep doing that. It doesn't help.
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Err, sort of. It's a pretty mindfuckety situation.]
You're helpin' plenty right now!
Everybody falls apart sometimes. How wouldja know what "keepin' it together" feels like if you didn't also get your molecules all bunchied up now 'n again?
[Dandy picks one of the white flowers from the bouquet and leans over to tuck it behind Brett's ear. It'll take him a second! He's trying not to get too close because the poor thing seems so anxious.]
You see this pretty little flower, baby? You picked this. 'S the same color as the thing you used to keep my insides from spillin' out all the way!
I know that neither of us managed to save the day, but maybe there's something we can get out of trying to keep each other afloat.
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...yeah. Yeah, you're right. Thanks.
[He chews on the inside of his cheek, looking away.]
You know, I - I'm sorry. I think I really misjudged you, when we first talked. You're a really good guy, Dandy.
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I'm the same guy I was when we first met!
[No, he most certainly isn't.]
I'm an ass, man!
[*pun on ass man]
Get with the program.
We barely know each other.
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[He washed it off his hands and arms, his skin, but there's still traces even there, and it's definitely still all over his clothes. And it's fine! And he's not gonna freak out!]
Sure, you said some crappy things, but...god, it's been an awful day.
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[He smiles, lulling himself into a familiar pattern. That grin is sleazy as ever, as greasy as the stuff he puts into his hair every morning, but something about it isn't right. The edges seem like they're having a hard time staying up.
These condolences are all fine and good, and he appreciates them.
But at the end of the day, the person who needed this kind of support, this unconditional love and validation...
He's not here anymore.]
Oh, right. You're married! My sincerest "apologies," eheh.
I've got a whole load of bad habits, as you can probably tell.
And yeah! It's been one hell of a day.
[Dandy rubs at his chest, right over the sternum.]
I think all the stress gave me heartburn. That or the, uuuh, stabbity-stabbity-ing.
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[But he's pretty chill about it, all things considered. It seems like it's just...a sad attempt at normalcy, really. Brett leans forward, brow furrowing.]
It's probably stress. You should take it easy tonight, after you're done with the blessings.
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There it is again, there it goes. Dandy can feel his very essence cracking into his infinite number of selves, threatening to tear him apart at the center. It's not as though he hasn't had his dances with this subject matter at home, oh no, but his time in this place has helped him piece a few things together. He is someone who has lived and died on numerous occasions, somewhat like Joy, although even in the chaotic mess of memories that have flashed through his mind like a whirlwind, he has always been the only constant.
He is alone in that way.
And so, he ignores the rip, believing that perhaps this time like all the others, it will disappear as soon as he hits the hay.]
Only if you promise me you'll do the same, pal.
Otherwise I'll stay up all night, baby! Maybe I'll even start bonkin' cymbals together outside of your room until you finally go to sleep.
[Unfortunately he actually would! But he's got some funeral rites to perform.]
I'll be stoppin' by your suite later. We're gonna be doin' a little ceremony for Jase, too. I know he probably didn't believe in any of what we're about to do, but if anything's for freakin' certain, dude? With the way he used to bumble around, he's gonna need all the luck we can possibly chuck his way in the next life!
I know I'm not your guy, or... I dunno. Anything, probably.
But I don't mind listenin', if you're too scared to talk to someone else. I'm alien hunter, which means I've seen a lot of weirder shit than most.
Does that sound okay to you?
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[She said he was crawling towards them when he died. But Brett's voice is quiet, eyes on his fingers twining together, and he doesn't want to talk about it like that. He looks up, though, as Dandy goes on.]
Okay. Yeah, that sounds good. I don't think you have to worry about me having anything weird to say. I'm painfully normal for this place.
[Back home, he had interesting stories; he did interesting things. Here? He has nothing going on. Brett might wish he had the useful skills some folks here do, but frankly he's glad not to live such an...eventful life. Though - if he had, maybe he'd have a chance of surviving this place?
No sense worrying about hypotheticals. He pretty much resigned himself to dying here a week ago.]
But it's always good to talk.
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Poor goof.
[Dandy chuckles, his laugh is tinged with a bittersweet sort of fondness. He shakes his head to either side.]
Both of them. Morons!
[His words are harsh, but his voice is soft. Dandy still feels incredibly guilty, especially because he remembers Yasuhiro's words when they first discussed the intimate nature of their feelings for each other.
Dandy had said that he wanted to save him, and the fortune teller had told him that was all he had ever wanted. To be saved. To be free from this killing game bullshit.
Fuck.]
I wouldn't worry too much about bein', uh. Borin' or whatever. In this place? Normal sounds pretty dang good to me, baby.
[*it should be noted that dandy's existence is NOWHERE CLOSE TO NORMAL ALSKDFJASKDFJ this should be re-examined at a later date]
I'll see you later.
I should probably go.
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[Brett smiles, with no real mirth behind it. He doesn't sing, but it's a close call.
Nevermind that, anyway. It is what it is. He nods and stands.]
Okay. I'll see you.
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Hey! Don't talk like that.
[It bothers him to hear it, especially because it was so similar to how a certain someone would talk about his time in Hope's Peak. That survivor's guilt feeling was there, and now he's gone, he didn't even manage to beat the game a second time-]
Sometime's survivin' this shit is just dumb luck.
Don't give up, 'cause it's not over yet.
If you do, it will be.
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I know some of it's dumb luck. Just look...just look.
[Whatever he might've put there, he cuts it off and shakes his head.]
It doesn't seem fair. But I guess that's a stupid expectation.
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I don't think you heard me the first time pal.
Look- It's easy to get yourself all wrapped up in a game of who's-who in this place. But in the grand scheme of things, we're all stars, baby.
The universe is colossal. Huge! That sky is full of shinin' lights no matter where ya look. So maybe one of 'em's got power-ups, or is the president of LaLa Land, big whoop! At the end of the day, when you look at the big picture? They all look like big sparkly dots, just the same!
[Dandy is... Hm. Like, a glass half-full nihilist? It's that one nihilist meme where he's the person in the sunglasses with the party hat and the thumbs up with the tagline, "Nothing matters."]
You've got your own worth, whether you're the Bubbliest Butt in the Booty Palace or the guy who shines that guy's shoes.
Don't let the bitchasses with daggers up their rumps make you feel any differently.
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No - oh, come on, no one did anything. It just seems like there should be a...a correlation, between preparation and survival. [.....] It also seems like you shouldn't be comforting me tonight, I'm sorry. Come on, let's go back to the hotel and get cleaned up.
[just shove all those feelings down deep until next week! and then do it again!]
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[Here, Dandy's gaze turns to the ground. He just sounds defeated, but he'll heed the pushback for now.]
...We're all we've got left, baby.
Anyways... I guess you're right. I should get cleaned up. Don't wanna bring any bad jujube [dandy, it's juju, he's mixing up the words] to the ceremonies.
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[Before he like, freaks the fuck out, probably. But Brett doesn't look at his faintly rust-stained hands again; he's done enough of that today.]
Come on. I'll walk you back.
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He can't keep himself together for very long.
To be alone, it'll be easier.]
Don't worry about it.
[But then again-]
Unless, you...?
[Need something. Need company.]
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...oh, well, I can...
[He's literally going to the same place though. Brett's eyes dart around the room.]
I will...help Forrest clean up first. [this isn't a great excuse, as Forrest is not even here right now, but it's an attempt!]