//SCENARIOS.EXE
PROMPT I [ 00 00 ]
COSPLAY IS MAGIC
The convention center is crowded, and many of the congoers are most definitely getting into this. They seem to think you are, too—even if you're not in cosplay, they sure are under the impression that you are (you know, as yourself)! Don't be surprised if you get stopped for pictures by overly enthusiastic colony natives.
...also don't be surprised if strangers dressed as people you know from home jump in on these pictures. They're all too willing and eager to talk about how hard they worked on their costumes, and how excited to see other fans they are. Heck, some of them might even be cosplaying you! Hopefully you don't get a highlander waxing poetic about how they would have chosen a better wig to suit your hairstyle than what you have or that your scar is on the wrong eye or how that material you chose for your vest is kind of tacky.
Also, don't correct them about any facts they have wrong about you (or your world), if they start talking to you about it. Some will be very insistent they know what they are doing as a dedicated fan and cosplayer. (maybe you just didn't study your reference book hard enough before arriving like they did.)
It's a fierce world out there of competitiveness. (some cosplayers will have done excellent jobs, and of course, others will not so great. it's up you and whoever you tag with on the types you'll meet! if you end up in the bathrooms at any point, you will find them crowded with cosplayers trying to fix wardrobe malfunctions and stalls being used as dressing rooms. Hopefully you can wait.)
PROMPT II [ 0000 ]
HOW MUCH FOR THAT FRENCH FRY, AGAIN?
It's shaping up that there are long, loooong lines for the various panels and activities, so you'll want to get in line early if you want to be sure you get a good spot! The topics of the panels span a range of just about anything under the sun, from origami lessons to voice-acting discussions to cosplay makeup tips to the wonderful world of slash fiction. There is one panel that doesn't have much of a wait to get in—and that will be basically a rehash of the introductory powerpoint sequence, but they added some sort of flashing effects that could probably give someone a seizure. If nothing else, you'll be rewarded for your mistake of staying in that room for even ten seconds with a headache and a bit of nausea that'll require you to get a bottle of water and/or food from a vendor to make it go away. (Food from outside won't help, and the character will have nausea for the entire day of the con unless they remedy it with some over-priced convention food!).
If you get hungry while waiting in line, you'll want to send someone out on a food run. Be sure to only buy from approved CERESCON vendors! Some of the restaurants from the city have set up booths (maybe your character is working at one!), but the prices are high and the portions are tiny. Don't even think about trying to smuggle in food from the outside, either. If you leave the con to save yourself some money for lunch, make sure to finish it first as bringing it back to the con will have the special security force come up to you once at the door (and stopped by a con-volunteer about the food), take it out of your hands and—
—throw it on the ground in front of you both. Maybe jump on it for good measure, while they are at it. The volunteer that had stopped you in the first place will now cheerily point you in the direction of various food stands scattered throughout the convention center. You know, as if nothing just happened there with your smuggled goods being found. You can expect jacked prices from the aggravating that you begrudgingly pay to the outlandish.
PROMPT III [ 0000 ] HAMSTER STYLE
All throughout the day, a large hall with a sturdy wooden floor will be hosting a wide variety of video games. There are your usual arcade games, some console games set up on floating flatscreen televisions, and five dance game consoles (strangely similar to DanceDance Revolution and ParaPara Paradise, for those who know of them from home)— show them your moves and try to be as awesome as this guy. (Games can be a parody of just about any video games out there, so use your imagination. You can even have a special booth that's trying to promote a game like Sword Hell Touken Ranbu mania that you're either into yourselves or are victim to via plurk timelines. Or, you can have visual novels to play as they try to promote those. Anything goes, even if you probably wouldn't normally find it at a convention to play.)
If your character is from a video game, even with the game being played at the con as a parody, they can find little freebie trinkets that may have them as the character on it promoting the gameplay!)
When the sun goes down, that's when the party really starts. The CERESCON Rave takes place in another area—an unimaginably big ballroom on the second floor of the convention in its West Wing. Once 9:00PM hits, even if you are doing other con activities, volunteers will start coaxing you towards the direction of the rave. The longer you resist, the more insistent they will get. Although they will eventually drag your sorry butt there, you'll be able to leave around fifteen minutes after the rave starts and go back to what you were doing. If you somehow managed not to get dragged to the rave, the efficient cleaner robots will assume you are con equipment needing to be put away and lock you in a storage closet. Maybe if you scream really loud for help, someone will eventually notice and be able to open it so you can get yourself out of the dark.
As for the ballroom itself, the large space will be transformed in a fancy display (transformer style!! they obviously must have observed mecha transformations for it in particular because it's pretty much a ripoff) into a dance floor with blacklights, colored strobe lights before the doors close and everything goes black. At the back of the room, a large theater style video will play. At around 0:35 seconds in the video, all the lights will come back on for partying. And the end of the video will have the car come busting through the screen like its paper and the hamsters will get out and guess what!@! They're your DJs for the evening. They like it when you dance with them, so make sure to at least pretend for one song. Also, upon entering you'll have been given glowsticks of all kinds, so let loose and have a blast. (If your character so desired, they could have activated the glowsticks at any time. Note that there will be npc natives in addition to player characters at the rave!).
—and, hey, wallfowers!! Why aren't you dancing?? What did you get told about fun when you entered this convention?!
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CHECK OUT WHAT I HAVE UNDER THIS COAT.
A dealer's room! That should be harmless. Lets start with how incredibly huge it is and that they have some awesome music and live entertainment while you shop(?!)
There are all sorts of thing available to buy here—everything from knockoff comics and DVDs to keychains and plushies to somewhat more reasonably priced packaged snacks to cat ears that wriggle in accordance with your brainwaves. What a great use of science, right? All of the vendors are so excited to be here, and even more excited to have you looking at their wares! But mostly they're excited for your money.
They've employed the same kind of helpful robots that had kept people in line back at badge pick-up to usher people over to their stands, and if anyone uses excuses "It's too expensive" or "I don't have enough money," when declining interest in buying something, never fear. The robot-merchants will be more than glad to strongarm another shopper into joining you and will then proceed to repeat, "SHARING IS CARING, SO SPLIT THE BILL, CHINSWAD!" over and over again until you buy something... even if you don't actually know whoever they brought over.
The far side of the room is devoted to stalls where artists are hawking their wares. If you think you see some familiar faces mixed in with the unfamiliar ones in the artwork, that's because you do—some of the natives have taken to illustrating pictures and doujinshi featuring none other than you along with your friends from home, your cross-canon CR, or even just people you haven't met yet that they think you would look cute with. These works range from fluffy to disturbingly explicit, though underage characters won't find themselves featured in anything questionable (nor will they be able to look at the material). In fact, the dealers will seem to know when the udnerage are approaching, and will hide the explicit works from view before they can even see them, including taking goods you or another may currently be looking at.
Make sure you buy something before exiting! Getting to the exit without at least one purchase will have you stopped by the volunteers at the exit making sure people are exiting without killing each other. What do you mean you didn't buy something? Get back in there, because they aren't going to let you out until you do.
In fact, if you try to exit without any merchandise, you'll be expected to get two. Please and thank you for demonstrating your enthusiasm to having fun this CERESCON. (If a character buys something for another character and gives it to them, it counts as purchasing an item. volunteers just conveniently know and so does Panda-san. )
Now get out and don't come back unless you're planning to buy something the next time you're here. Have a nice day.
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YOU WANT TO HIT MY WHAT?
And, of course, CERES has latched onto one of the more trying convention traditions. We aren't talking about shouts of "YOU JUST LOST THE GAME" or "BUTTSCRATCHER", or anything else that has been a thing shouted pointlessly.
We are talking about good ol' paddles.
Yaoi paddles. Yuri paddles. And many other varieties between and outside thereof the aformentioned, too. Natives have purchased them, and are extremely enthusiastic to have heard of the ways of other worlds using these items at conventions. Don't you worry, no matter who you are, they're coming for you, and probably when you least expect it.
Since it will happen multiple times throughout the convention regardless if you've already been graced by any, characters may start to realize that background noise (is this chase music?!) will be heard to alert you of paddler presence. Unfortunately, if you can hear the music, it means you are already in their sights and locked-on for targeting. You better run before they hit you, because if they do, you'll be incurring the effect of the paddle and have some terribly strong sexual desires to act on them (so if you're hit with an uke paddle, you'll end up feeling pretty hot and bothered quite soon along with the desire to be particularly submissive with your partner).
Obviously, the paddlers will try to lead you back (as you're pretty much going to end up in some sort of semi-stunned state for the first few minutes before it isn't numb anymore and the paddle effects set on) to find the right match for you! Because, really, what these natives to seem to be really doing is trying to get some real-life doujinshi scene actions from you guys. Give your loyal fans some fanservice and make them scream.
(You didn't really think they'd hit you with a paddle without an ulterior motive, did you...)
The effects will wear off in about a half-hour or until you do at least some form of physical contact. Kissing and above will be enough to get rid of the effects, although the more explicit the intimacy is, the longer period of time before more paddlers start looking for your cute butt, again.
If running isn't your thing, you finally seem to have some options to you. You can get a paddle of your own from a stall in the dealer's room. Other paddle wielders will leave you alone while you have it, as long as you're actively chasing others down! Happy hunting. These paddles can be anything from a normal paddle that induces no effect at all except the "innocent" slapping of someone's ass with said paddle or you can get your game on and take out your feelings of humiliation on other congoers. Or use it to your advantage if you got a crush or well, when you think about the possibilities are endless. Also, if you snap a paddle on someone, the native paddlers will console you for your loss and conveniently have another one to offer you.
If you try to hit natives possessing paddles of their own, they all seem to really like it and think that means you want to play with them. It won't end in your favor. Trust us.
Cerealians really can't understand why these things have mostly been banned in other worlds. This might be the most glorious part of the weekend to them.
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Get this Party Started
Kuwata Leon | Dangan Ronpa
[Leon doesn't get convention bullshit, but he doesn't get it in a way that he gets. He gets that he doesn't get it! It's like otaku come from a completely different world, but not literally, which makes them easier to deal with right now than the entire rest of his everything.
In fact, maybe he can a little bit understand, for the first time in his life, why some people get so obsessive over cartoon stuff that never happened. It's a lot more appealing to think about right now than mmmmost things that have happened for real recently. Do nerds always feel that way? Doesn't anything happen in their lives that's better than fiction?
That's kinda depressing.
And not really in a way he wants to be associated with, even if he's a little sympathetic to the feeling right now. What if anyone saw him here?! The point is, he's been at the back of the line for hours now, having stepped out of it half a dozen times in a vain attempt to skulk away and find something less pathetic to distract himself with than sweaty nerds dressed up like robots and shit, and damn that guy two places in front of him reeks, and holy crap that chick's skirt is . . . short . . .
He tilts his head, finally settling into place in line for the long haul. All right, maybe another hour of standing behind that skimpy cosplay ain't the worst fate in the world. This is definitely better than thinking, at least. Nerds, you're pretty chill sometimes. We cool.]
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[In fact, things start to look up (and not just upskirt) pretty much as soon as he's inside the convention center; he's on his third photo op and fifth hug from some costumed hottie in half an hour. Sure, they keep going on about his "costume," but that's just, like, the otaku slang, right? They probably call all of their clothes costumes! It's a nerd thing. And if he's getting compliments for his look, why would he go disagreeing with them? "You look just perfect!" Of course he does, man, why would he ever look any other way? "You put a lot of work into this!" Ha ha, yeah, that's accurate, glad you noticed, babe! Sooo can I get your room number?
But there comes a point in every man's life where he's had one too many hands in his hair ("It's real?!") and been bumped up against by one too many people wearing full-body gray makeup (what the hell are they even supposed to be?). Leon ducks away from the crowd to head for the john and a good mirror . . . or at least, he tries to. It's more like ducking from a crowd into another crowd. It might even be a larger crowd. There's yet another line, full of people in fraying costumes and caked makeup, and it's gotta be some psychological bullshit, but as soon as he steps into it, it's not just that he needs to fix his hair gel--he's actually gotta go. Dammit.
He's not desperate yet, but he only lasts about five minutes before he's turning to the nearest sane-looking person to whine about it.]
C'mooon, there's gotta be another one, right?! This is bullshit!
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[Well, that all worked out somehow, but you mustn't ask how, because it's spoilers for those threads.
Video games, at least, Leon actually enjoys. You can't go wrong with those--okay, you can if they're boring-ass sports games, and there's a whole section of those, which he gives a wide berth to and maybe even glares a little at. But thankfully, there's plenty else that's actually fun to waste some time with. Damn, why didn't he come up here first? Not that the girls downstairs hadn't been worth it; up here, he's not getting so much attention.
This must be remedied, on the battlefield.
So while he skirts around the Guitar Hero setup (damn, that guy's good, can't go up against him--note to self, maybe ask him if he's into starting a band later, Guitar Hero's pretty accurate to the real thing, right?) and the DDR mats (that girl right there, possible backup dancer? possible to get her room number? both?), he eventually ends up taking his spot at the controls of a particularly gory-looking FPS, the sort you can go up against someone on if they take the other gun. You know, the fun sort. There's no one immediately leaping on this great opportunity or anything, but he's not shy about waving people over, friendly and energetic despite the long day so far:]
Yooooo! Hey, man, you bored? Let's get this show on the road! This kinda thing ain't as fun solo!
[Oh, yeah. If you're checking out the merch, you might have seen these hanging around as free gifts advertising some other game . . . and it's a good thing he hasn't yet.]
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Leon's probably calling out to someone else, but it's impossible not to recognize the voice of a classmate, for Naegi. That's definitely Kuwata - and at least it's not the worst shock in the world, since he knows that classmates he'd never expected to see again could show up, even if it hadn't happened to him yet, but all the same...
It's a pretty big shock. That's not going to stop Naegi from beelining towards Kuwata, though, apologizing as he goes and not quite able to bring himself to shove. ]
Kuwata-kun!
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Until now, that is.
He turns to get a look at the guy approaching him, not quite pinging on that he definitely knows that voice until he sees Naegi himself. And then it all strikes home . . . so to speak.
But this isn't possible, right? I mean, none of that stuff had happened. He'd sat through the Powerpoint bullshit, listened to their explanation, and coming out of it, the one thing he knew for sure was that there was no way this was happening. And hey, if this wasn't happening, who knew how far back that went? That could go way back! That could go all the way back to waking up in Hope's Peak! It had to, come to think of it; it was the only way anything made sense anymore. It totally wasn't even worth it to think about the alternative, which was, ahhh. Ah, he wasn't even sure what the alternative was, who understood all of that science crap, so why--why even think about it!
Until Naegi Makoto had to go and fuckin' recognize him in a crowd.]
Wh, what the fuck.
[His head's swimming too hard for him to even phrase that as a question. What the fuck. His face goes pale in places and flushed in others, his throat sticking when he tries to swallow, and he swears to god his voice is coming from somewhere else.
All he can do is stand there and stare stupidly.]
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So, the question is...how much does he remember?
How had one of the others put it...one of the others from that other class had explained people could be from different times. Obviously, since they all were - but Kirigiri remembered the exact same amount as Naegi, so it hadn't been an issue for their class so far. There was no way Kuwata could remember that much, for certain obvious reasons.
What to do in this situation...when he finally manages to get through the crowd to stand in front of Leon, Naegi seems uncertain for a second before he tries for a smile, hesitant and attempting to be reassuring. ]
A...are you all right, Kuwata-kun? [ He's clearly not all right, Naegi. ] That is, nothing has tried to attack you or eat you, has it?
[ .............look, at least two things have attempted to eat Naegi since his arrival he's moderately paranoid about this. Sure, nothing at the convention has tried to eat him so far but how long is that going to last? The fountain at the dance seemed perfectly innocent until the whole alien fish thing, and thank god for Kirigiri or he'd be down a hand. Then there were the elves trying to eat him, and that was...weird. He keeps half expecting that panda security force to start eating people. Granted, the monochrome bear thing doesn't inspire a lot of confidence to start with, but. ]
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He blinks and opens his mouth to say something, but it totally dies in his throat before even a syllable gets out. This is even crazier; he hadn't been prepared for Naegi accosting him and maybe making a scene in public about how there was a murderer in their midst, but at least he'd have understood it. Being asked if anything's tried to eat him yet?! That's on a completely different level of unexpected! He could have fallen back on freaking out if it'd been accusations. What is there to fall back on now, huh?]
. . . I wouldn't really complain if it was someone wantin' to eat me, if you know what I mean. You seen the girls in costumes around here?
[Yeah, there's always that. nailed it
It comes out pretty weak, though.]
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It's his Thing. ]
Er - well, yes... [ This conversational turn was obviously unexpected, and Naegi glances around, awkward. ] B-but that wasn't really what I was referring to...if nothing happened, it's fine, though.
[ He thinks...! ]
Did you already sit through their presentation? [ Naegi's not quite sure where to Start, here. He wasn't any more sure when he found Kirigiri, even though she knew as much as he did about home. Save what the second class had told him in infodump form (and actually, geeze, how is he going to catch Leon up...? He missed so much, no matter what he recalls). So let's just...start as basic as possible. ] That is, well, I don't think they give anyone an option really...
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[This started awkward, got more awkward, and continues to be awkward. It's like a roller coaster of awkward, except the entire track is just that slow ascent at the beginning, which makes for a pretty crappy roller coaster experience, for real. Leon finally sets down the controller--he somehow managed not to drop it in shock when he saw Naegi--and crosses his arms, glancing back and forth from Naegi's face to literally anywhere not Naegi's face.
Talking about this part of it makes things start feeling real again. He's less than thrilled at that starting to sink in.]
. . . Pretty crazy, right? Who'd ever believe all that . . . hey, I didn't sign up for any of this con stuff, just to get that outta the way! This totally isn't my scene! If they're expectin' me to follow all that crappy sci-fi plotline, they've got the wrong guy!
[Fuck! How do we know each other, unless--fuck! Fuck!]
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[ He's seen too much to not believe it. Besides, some of the best proof is standing right in front of him. He remembers seeing...
...
There's no use thinking about the first execution. ]
Kuwata-kun, what's the last thing you remember...? It seems like people have had their code grabbed at different times...that is, sometimes people remember more or less than others do.
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It's not that he doesn't know the answer. But hell if it'll leave his mouth that easily. It doesn't even fit in his head that easily.
He opens up again, makes a strangled, incredulous noise, snaps his mouth shut; he looks at the floor, reaches up to fuss with his hair, pulling it too-hard back into place. Ow. Anything but answer. What do you even say after that?
Finally, he manages something, after at least half a dozen stuttering false starts; he doesn't even try to keep his shit together, just letting the words explode from his mouth.]
How--how can you even ask me that?! How the hell can you even ask me that?! What kinda question is that?!
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If he's this upset, then what he remembers last might just be...
Naegi shrinks back a little, wincing, but it's more from the fact that he's clearly upsetting Kuwata more than anything else. ]
H-hey, calm down...you...don't have to tell me if you don't want to. [ It's not like he isn't incredibly used to people keeping secrets and locking down information that would be useful, even if Kirigiri and Togami are the most frequent culprits. ] I just wanted to know so I would know how much to catch you up on...if you wanted to hear any of that. It's okay if we don't talk about it, too.
[ For now. It'll come up eventually. ]
There's another class here, and some of the things related to them might be easier to hear from Kirigiri-san or me, is all.
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Haha, a'right, but you should know that riflekind is in my strife specibus.
[ You may have picked the wrong babe to go up against, even if what she just said may make zero sense. ]
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[Zero sense is accurate. I mean, he's never played this game before; maybe that's lingo or whatever, specific to the universe? Who pays attention to the story on games like this, man? But whatever; she's up for it, and she's cute, and he's so about to get his ass handed to him, but he doesn't know that yet.]
Okay, you got me, it's my first time with this one! But that doesn't mean you gotta go easy on me. I can totally hold my own, just wait and see!
[Eh, they've all got basically the same controls anyway, right?]
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Oh really? Well, here's a tip-- point and shoot. The rest you'll figure out.
[ #helpful ]
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[Not that he'd put it past some of this crowd. Whatever! He's definitely gonna show this cutie who's boss, or at least who's adequate, but hopefully the first one.
He gets the gun controller comfortably in his hand and shoots through the menus, which are pretty much what he expected, yeah. Multiplayer, timed mode, etc. And here's the one where they compete to see who can bloodily mow down the most zombies, excellent.]
So, you ready?
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[ Boys... always have to be so sure of themselves, wow. Roxy shoots him a wink. ]
Hells yes I am. [ Time to utterly obliterate some zombies. ]
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Time to slaughter 'em all.]
See you on the other side, or whatever! Ha ha! Gooood luck!
[He points the cursor and shoots, and starts up the game. It's a split screen, some labyrinth full of creepy crawly things stretching ahead of the both of them.
Go!]
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But she forgets about the merchandise when she hears that familiar voice. ]
...Kuwata-kun?
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Then he gets a better look at her through the crowd, and the color drains out of his face, his hand slowly falling back to his side.
No way.]
K-- . . . Kirigiri?
[But if she's here, and they recognize one another . . . ]
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Immediately she wonders just how much he remembers. She can't immediately ask it, though, because his last memories might not be so...pleasant.
Any trace of surprise on her face is quickly gone, and she crosses her arms. ]
How long have you been here?
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[He blinks, way more surprised than he really ought to be by such an ordinary question. It's because it's such an ordinary question that it takes him off-guard. That's it? Okay, he can manage that. Baby steps towards the elephant in the room.]
. . . Like a few hours, I think? It's kinda a blur. These people are crazy! Ha ha . . .
[Ha, ha. Maybe I'm the crazy one?]
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Kyouko decides to switch tactics, deciding not to respond to his answer, and instead ripping of the proverbial band-aid. This conversation wasn't going to get any less tense, after all. ]
Kuwata-kun, what is the last thing you remember?
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His shoulders go tense immediately, and he leans back against the arcade machine, fingers curling awkwardly around the gun controller, which he still hasn't put down.]
. . . Why would you even ask me that? What're you even thinkin'?!
[What's he even supposed to say? Dying? He's not ready to say that kind of thing yet! It sounds completely insane, for one thing, since he's standing right here in front of her, and for another thing--
Just, who says that so easily?!]
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She crosses her arms, her expression blank. ]
There's a possibility we could be from different points in time. [ The rest of their classmates are from pretty far in the future, so it's not too wild of a theory. ]
It's important that we're on the same page.
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[Or maybe she doesn't, but is it really better if she doesn't? How do you break the news of your own death to someone? Either way, he can't believe she's not completely aware, and what the hell kind of person asks someone that? He hunches even deeper into his collar, glowering at her.]
You know what friggin' page we're on, don't give me that bull!
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...For what it's worth, I don't bear a grudge against you.
[ But she's not going to say any more. Sure she's blunt, but she's not cruel. If he doesn't want to talk about it outright, she won't. ]
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