unknownseas | It's Bowlin' Time, Cowards!!! (Bowling Party)

BOWLING PARTY 6PM
TIME TO PARTY BEFORE WE GET RAPTURED OR WHATEVER
BE THERE OR I SQUEEZE YOU AND DRAG YOU THERE ANYWAYS
BRING SNACKS IF YOU WANT
COOL THANKS

- FLOYD

[ That's as good as a note as you're getting as Floyd runs around like a madman today, seemingly determined to have a good time before their abrupt end to this little... experiment? comes to an end, either with them at the top, or being potentially trapped in this watery grave at the whims of the Mayor. And wouldn't it be kind of ironic for the eel of all people to drown here? Wild. But enough about that!

Floyd is hauling snacks to the bowling alley, even though nachos are supplied, but why not! He makes some really good food when properly motivated, it seems. There's shrimp scampi, crab cakes, some nice looking desserts here and there, and also nachos because they looked pretty good. There's also arts and crafts here if you want to chill for a bit instead of bowl!

Honestly, the party was still a pretty good cover too, all things considered. As fun as he wanted this to be, they definitely had things to talk about. When enough people show up, Floyd smiles. ]

Yay, you made it~! Now let's bowl and talk about how we're gonna kick Water Fountain lady's butt! At this point it doesn't really seem like we need to hide like normal meetings. She's probably preparing for whatever happens tomorrow, so you know.

[ He shrugs. ]

Anyways- we've all been too sad and serious lately. It's party time~!

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...No, I don't think so. Not unless you would prefer it.

Okay.

[Well, he'll sit, then. And take a crab cake.]

These are weirdly good. [Weird because Floyd is also a fish...or is he overthinking it? Not really the point in any case.] I'm sorry I've been...scarce.

[No, don't worry, he's been thinking the same things with regards to the fish. He knows that fish eat other fish, but it's weird to have a fish preparing seafood either way.]

...It's fine. Between Floyd telling me I probably killed Nandor because I got bored of all of you, and you having no fathomable idea why I wouldn't want to kill you, I've just accepted that a good amount of you either don't know me at all or want to project Joy all over me at this point, and I'm not going to argue anymore if that's the point we're at after eight weeks.

[Brett grimaces. There's a definite impulse to argue - how well did he know Forrest really, when he so seriously thought he wasn't the killer? Wouldn't that plan have ended in all their deaths anyway?

But he doesn't want to fight.]

You're right. I shouldn't have said that to you. I was just...well. I guess you've got it, actually.

[That's actually extremely insightful, he's definitely still fucked up about Joy. Yikes, and he's never even really gotten into that with Forrest - has it been that obvious the entire time?]

I'm sorry.

It's all right. I think we were all...doing and saying things that weren't very thought-through.

[He's quiet for a moment. Picking at these...absolutely radioactive nachos.]

...I wasn't trying to kill you. Or...anyone else here. I just... I couldn't think anymore, and I couldn't stand what my brain was doing, and all I wanted was to save Midori because I hadn't saved her five times now, and...I don't know, I thought my father might at least sort of care if I'd done something to save him.

I don't...know. I'm sorry.

It's been a really long...

[Brett stares into space for a second, quietly horrified.]

...two months, god. [It feels so much longer than that.] My point is, we're all falling apart. We have been for a while. At this point, with everything, I don't know if I have any right to judge you for snapping. If today hadn't gone the way it did, I don't know how much longer I could've gone.

[And while he doesn't really think he'd have killed anyone...well, people just break down differently. There's probably still something she could've done that would've pushed him that way.

For once, though, it comes off a little more factual than outright miserable. The promise of some kind of ending tomorrow has actually made him feel weirdly better.]

We're okay. We only have one day left, one way or another - I want us to be good.

Me too. So... If you're well enough with things, then so am I.

...okay, then.

[It feels a little too easy. But maybe it'd be nice for something to be easy. Brett sits back, balancing his chair on the back two legs - daaaangerous, lol!]

I've been leaving things today, in case anyone ever comes through here again. Like the Founders did. I guess that sounds a little morbid...but we have sort of ransacked the place.

It's Bowlin' Time, Cowards!!! (Bowling Party)

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