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[worldexecute]

WHO: angela (worldexecute) & anyone
WHAT: catch-all for september! there'll be open prompts for various things in september, and any other plans
WHERE: all over
WHEN: september
WARNINGS: add as we go


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( the bookstore | amusement park delinquency | to-do list )

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[worldexecute]

( Vaguely. Is that good enough? Angela stares at him, then rests her cheek in her hand. )

Perhaps we're all copies. What do you think of that?

[immortalpoet]

...

[He does ponder it for a moment.]

It's not outside the realm of possibility. You know Corporations and their bullshit.

[He's not in Limbus Company at the moment, he can be a bit more vulgar. Gives himself his own permit.]

Does it change the fact that this is still all rather messed up?

[worldexecute]

Not at all, but it does help to explain some things.

( Like that whole death thing Don Quixote was on about at the meeting. )

I haven't proposed it to too many people, since I think most of them might take it poorly, but I figured someone like you wouldn't. ( City-bullshit and all. ) It's less likely to be believed without proof as well... I wouldn't know where to begin to figure that out, either.

[immortalpoet]

Of course they'd take it poorly. But you and I, we've probably seen worse. Clones would be a godsend of an answer at this point.

[He heaves a sigh.]

...Our hosts don't want to budge in even revealing any of their hand. Any answers would be hard-pressed to be found at this point.

[worldexecute]

( Oh, certainly they have. She can't doubt in Vergilius' short time of life (compared to the loops she went through) he's seen plenty that would classify as a million times worse, minimum.

She hums her agreement, briefly looking out the window. )

Perhaps what they'd like us for us to make lives here. To forget our circumstances in our previous worlds, and to become accustomed to and enjoy this city instead. But if that were the case... ( Angela returns her gaze to him, frowning slightly. ) Wouldn't it have been better for them to either erase our memories or to replace them entirely? We'd have no lingering regrets nor duties to attend to in that case—or more accurately, we wouldn't know if we did or not. We'd be able to enjoy what... activities, let's call them, that our hosts are slowly rolling out for us.

[immortalpoet]

No. This doesn't seem like someone wanting to populate an area, like we're rats.

[Vergilius closes his eyes, his eyebrows knitted together in obvious displeasure.]

I have the feeling...its someone who wants to make us suffer. For amusement. For data, Who knows.

[worldexecute]

( ...mmmm. )

Some of the occurrences here do feel that way, and others don't. For example, there's nothing suffering about a day or two at the fair. ( . . . ) Presumably.

[immortalpoet]

The fair was plenty of suffering for me.

[DRYLY]

[worldexecute]

( she starts to laugh, then quickly covers her mouth and coughs. ahem. ahem ahem, )

Then you and I had two very different fair experiences. I quite enjoyed my time with everyone I went with... Even meeting Midnight by chance hadn't been that bad.