Entry #4

[rosswood]

[Oh god. Oh god. The horror's coiled tight in his chest, flat and sick and heavy, his mouth powder-dry as he rolls over and scrambles to his feet. That's another death down, Kralie. Burning through them awful quick, aren't you?

Burning - oh jesus christ. And it's the fourth on top of it. He died on what, the second, and now it's the fucking fourth. Perfect.

He needs to try and set this right, as much as he can. And not by fucking dismembering anyone who's been even vaguely friendly to him. He punches out his message with trembling fingers.]

hell of an event.

[God no, that just sounds so damned casual. Shit shit shit shit.]

well sorry for freaking people out. wasn't in my right mind. i don't think anyone was so

[Pause. This is grief. This is what grief feels like.]

today's april 4th.

it's my birthday.

[Happy birthday, Alex. You almost killed the only person you can call your friend here, and then you died because of it. And you know what? You deserved it.]

[text - private to Max]

I guess sorry doesn't really cover it. I know I messed up. A lot.

Please tell me you didn't die.

[text - private to Evelyn]

I know what you did. Don't worry about it.

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[luckynumberthree]

[ Simon had his hands full for the event and missed several important large chunks of it for other people because of this. So he's looking at the text with a little bit of confused concern when he sees it, but he's still quick to shoot off a reply. ]

Happy birthday, mate! Treat you to birthday shots later?

Everything alright? I know some people had it rough this past weekend. I take it you might be one of em.

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[rosswood]

got killed again. kinda had it coming

think i'll take you up on that though

[luckynumberthree]

[ ..... ]

Shit, mate. I'm sorry.

I'll have a bottle ready.

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[brainleak]

happy birthday

[She probably shouldn't respond to this. But oh look, she has anyway. Not exactly the best at decision making.]

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[rosswood]

[You can practically see the skeptical DOT DOT DOT as he narrows his eyes at the response.]

so just what are you playing at now

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[brainleak]

cant i extend well wishes
seems like you could use them

[text]

[slapfight]

does that mean you're going to be throwing... a party to celebrate that you are now one cycle closer to the end of your existence on this planet.

[thanks, peri...]

[text]

[rosswood]

uhhhhh

[I MEAN that's one way of putting it. Woo-hoo, limitations of human existence?]

in my case it means i'll be throwing back a few drinks
but sure let's go with that

[text]

[slapfight]

because of your fragility or was the event that bad?

i didn't notice.

[she feels everything at 100% all the time.]

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[agentxthirteen]

Happy birthday. Congratulations on surviving the last event, and on it not being an event today!

[ Or did he survive the event? She doesn't know. She can't babysit everyone.

Wait. This is the guy who ran into the woods when she explicitly said, repeatedly, not to do that. And then he'd almost been eaten by a tree. She sighs and sends another text. ]

Double-checking. You DID survive, right?

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[rosswood]

[Haha. HA HA HA.]

not really
it got kind of complicated alright

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[vampdetective]

Happy birthday.

[Angel hadn't exactly been in top form this weekend, either, but he's aware of how out of control things had the potential to get mansion-wide, and he knows the event had been ugly for some.]

Just to let you know, that standing offer to talk is still wide open if you ever feel like taking it.

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[rosswood]

[Everyone seems so eager to fix him. Now he knows more than ever that talking to anyone about his "problems," manifold as they are, might result in something supremely irrational. Namely, him attempting to kill them out of a misguided attempt to suppress something that doesn't even exist here.]

talking about it kinda started this mess
can we start with a job

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[punful]

happy birthday.

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[rosswood]

thanks

and uh
sorry i was acting all squirrely
that event fucked us all up i think

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[sheriffing]

You okay?

[ Keep in mind that she wouldn't be asking if you were.]

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[rosswood]

best birthday ever. i got to respawn and everything.

so just as an fyi: dying still sucks

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[mypartnerintime]

[Hey Alex, I don't need my "friends" to make an already shitty day worse.]

I dunno what to say.

[It hurt, you asshole.]

I didn't die.

[You are a seriously messed up person, do you know that?]

...Happy birthday

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[rosswood]

Yeah.

[What else do you say to that? Fuck, what else?]

I was in full zombie-mode. fuckd up big time i know that
shit reason i kno w that

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[naughty_nurse]

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

[it goes on for a while.]

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[rosswood]

it's ok
i was kinda out of it
really i mean
sorry about almost burning the place down

[text. a day late.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

[It only takes four muscles to smile, and it probably takes even less to be antagonistic over the internet. (Wondernet?) Gotta start somewhere, so may as well make Alex feel worse!]

Golly. I'm late to the party.

Had fun, birthday boy?

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[rosswood]

hey, fuck you
i'm praying to god that this means you kicked the bucket during that little event

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[backpacking]

Happy birthday! And yeah. That weekend sucked.
You celebrating?

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[rosswood]

if by celebrating you mean getting drunk and forgetting this last weekend ever happened
then yes