PC: The Metaphor Brothers (and the Metaphor sister)

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Weekend 0, Intro Day

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[ After some confusing intro stuff, the three of them gather somewhere far from the rest of the newly-dead. Eupha's carrying Drakodios with her. ]

I've looked around, but it seems it's just the three of us... I don't see any other familiar faces here.

[ There's a long, thoughtful, hesitant pause. ]

... The two of you truly don't remember seeing the moment I died? And I don't recall seeing either of you die...

[berserketype]

[ three dead metaphors wander into a bar. it's very confusing. ]

That's a good sign, at least. [ he does look genuinely relieved. ]

Don't explain how you think you're dead, though. When you weren't.

[fending]

Haven't seen old Forden either, to be fair, but s'pose maybe he didn't make the guest list.

[ he sure as fuck wouldn't have invited him anywhere. if there's a separate hell he hopes the bastard's burning in it.

anyway. he shakes his head. ]

Bas and me remember things the same, at least up 'til I snuffed it. Happened at the opera house the day after you lot made your assassination attempt. Can't speak to much after that, but you were still around then, in any case. All of you were.

w2, wednesday

[fending]

[ well. that sure was an alternate canonpoint, and now fidelio is knocking on eupha's door with dracodios gripped in his other hand with a thousand yard stare. ]

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[ opens the door... and her eyes go wide. ]

You found it! Thank goodness...

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[ just happens to be here at this time I guess hello ]

Wait— it were missin’?

Week 2, Friday

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[ in the darkwoods, first looking to see that there are still two brothers here, then looking at her phone to see who we're missing. ]

Ah...

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Ah…

[ also looking at his phone ]

Shite.

[fending]

[ for about five seconds, he is so relieved that they're all still here. then he notices the two of them looking at their phones and takes his out as well, checking the alert with a frown. ]

Are you fucking kidding me?!

[ glancing around them to make sure waner really isn't there with them... shite, those pictures of her from last night are still pulled up on his phone when he minimises the death notice, even. ]

w3, sunday

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[ hey we're coming over to tell eupha the great news about our restaurant opening tomorrow and invite her over to be our first customer!!!

unfortunately whatever door we all walk through is taking us back to the fucking funhouse, to this (2:34:30 - 2:35:55).

oof. ]

...Er. Sorry 'bout that.

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[ HELP

she is genuinely shocked to hear those words out of their mouths, and looks at them wide-eyed. ]

Ah... well...

[ ... this is where she'd normally say something positive but she's kind of at a loss for the moment. ]

[fending]

...Not gonna make excuses, I was just sort of a shite person.

[ he'd tied his own beliefs way too tightly to louis's for way too long. ]

And Bas was just followin' my example.

Week 4, Tuesday

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[ eupha will come to see the brothers at the tavern! ]

Oh, good, you are both here. I have news!

[fending]

[ we really have such a convenient meeting spot now

anyway she's smiling so that doesn't seem like bad news, at least? ]

Yeah? What's up?

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[ our party hub... ]

A vision came to me, of the lost souls. I was able to see them for but a few moments.

w4, tuesday (later)

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[ sets this up close to the tavern closing and locking for the night, but bas has got paper and ink and is staring a hole in them on one of the tables. ]

Might as well try writin' 'em back, yeah?

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I have never written a letter before... It should begin with a greeting, yes?

[ glances at basilio. ]

"Back"?

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Oh! Right, I got one from Charlie. She says hi.

[ ... ]

Also to talk to Shadowheart an' Anders? Said she gave them some info.

Week 5, Tuesday

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[ coming into the tavern where the brothers have their mail out. ]

I have something to... oh, you've just received your letters as well?

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[ he's sat at the counter and waves. ]

Yeah, just got 'em. You hear from the others too?

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[ sorting through his ]

Yeah, let's see...

[ hm. there's a package in here, and he pauses, looking warily at it. ]

This from that Harold stooge, you think?

w6, friday

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[ reconvening at the tavern later in the day ]

Well, this week ended up bein' a proper mess, but I doubt the next will have much more downtime, so. Figured we should go ahead and talk about what we want to do about goin' back to our world. The optimal timing's gonna depend on how we intend to approach Louis.

[berserketype]

[ he is so tired. yippee. ]

No kiddin' 'bout the mess part.

[ but-- oh. he blinks at the mention of louis and then glances at the two of them. ] Uhh-- I dunno if they're gonna stop believin' Louis caused that curse without gettin' their chance at him first, Del. Best thing I can think of there is makin' sure those kids're out of the audience before Louis can use 'em as a threat again.

w7, friday

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[ me like.


ok this really needs to be somewhere but the tavern for a change. but then setting it in the tavern anyway. it's fine, bas is making sure they get a good dinner in before everyone piles in for movies again. ]

[fending]

Can't believe it's this close to over.