[Oh noooooo. She is having a terrible time, but he kind of chuckles at her after he gives an oof sort of whistle. HE'S SO MEAN. He leans in the doorway with his arms crossed.]
Ouch. That's just insult to injury. The withdrawals are going to be bad.
[The setup might be Babs, but this feels very Tim. Look at you, still playing Tim despite everything (no). He comes into the room a little more to stand with his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
What else is the little nerd girl's room made of? Sue him, he's curious.]
Maybe they'll have an Internet cafe in the hotel somewhere.
But despite her woe over the wallpaper, the rest of the room is surprisingly simple. She's got a fancy luxe bed that can only be made of dreams and happiness, a closet plastered in science posters half open with a pile of shounen jump peeking out, blackout curtains full of glow in the dark stars precariously attached to it, and a desk shelf combo which sits unfortunately empty with the single exception of a single frankenstiened Featherman figure. damnit Yusuke, get out of her dream suite ]
I'd take a janky Windows 3.1 that only plays solitaire at this rate.
This is a very teenage girl room which is out of his element because he grew up--"grew up"--with the boy side of the Bats, not exactly the girls.]
You're going to talk it up, and then you'll be stuck with just that. You don't like getting to know anyone else? [This seems like a tease, but then he adds helpfully:] Me neither.
Someone told me they had cell phones the last time.
[Okay, well. He's not here to try to play Whose Trauma is Worse, but ALSO he is Jason Todd:]
I wouldn't shit on your gifts so soon. You could have been us. We weren't able to even speak to the other side. Nothing, not even a sniff. We didn't even know it was there. Not until someone killed you, that is.
Or unless you were as unlucky as Trancy and fell in the damn well to drown.
[ dang. Futaba's just stressed just thinking about it ]
Talk about hello?!?? from the other side. We couldn't do much but ask for food offerings and the occasional 5am sleep deprivation message but I'd still take bothering the others any day over complete radio silence.
[ a long thoughtful hum ]
I dunno if anyone had something like that happen in our game [ because sometimes you just stop looking too closely ] but... we did have a serial killer horse? Oh, and our birb got murdered by a ninja.
Okay, well, I'm going to elect to try forgetting you just told me a possessed horse with a name happened to murder.
[He truly is one of the only people here from a "normal" game of murder. One that didn't have extremely wild shit going down, not counting the murder and being dead part.]
[ honestly, she just keeps adding to this because the exasperated expressions just has to be hilarious. she could tell him swift wind flies on top of everything and jason's soul eventually flying away would fuel her for weeks ]
We got powers! Air tribe meant I could turn invisible.
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Ouch. That's just insult to injury. The withdrawals are going to be bad.
[Her technology... Help her.]
You gonna make it?
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[ she just sadly worm wiggles into a vague sitting position and leans against where her tower would be ]
It was bad enough going without it completely but now I gotta stare at a fake version?! Ugh.
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[The setup might be Babs, but this feels very Tim. Look at you, still playing Tim despite everything (no). He comes into the room a little more to stand with his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
What else is the little nerd girl's room made of? Sue him, he's curious.]
Maybe they'll have an Internet cafe in the hotel somewhere.
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But despite her woe over the wallpaper, the rest of the room is surprisingly simple. She's got a fancy luxe bed that can only be made of dreams and happiness, a closet plastered in science posters half open with a pile of shounen jump peeking out, blackout curtains full of glow in the dark stars precariously attached to it, and a desk shelf combo which sits unfortunately empty with the single exception of a single frankenstiened Featherman figure. damnit Yusuke, get out of her dream suite ]
I'd take a janky Windows 3.1 that only plays solitaire at this rate.
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This is a very teenage girl room which is out of his element because he grew up--"grew up"--with the boy side of the Bats, not exactly the girls.]
You're going to talk it up, and then you'll be stuck with just that. You don't like getting to know anyone else? [This seems like a tease, but then he adds helpfully:] Me neither.
Someone told me they had cell phones the last time.
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I spent all of last round playing Mario Kart in the graveyard! There's only so many rounds of rainbow road a person can take...!
[ she ugh's loudly though ]
Man, why didn't we get phones? We only had snail mail tweets to the other side, can you believe that? [ hER TECH ] I'm really gonna die!
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I wouldn't shit on your gifts so soon. You could have been us. We weren't able to even speak to the other side. Nothing, not even a sniff. We didn't even know it was there. Not until someone killed you, that is.
Or unless you were as unlucky as Trancy and fell in the damn well to drown.
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Talk about hello?!?? from the other side. We couldn't do much but ask for food offerings and the occasional 5am sleep deprivation message but I'd still take bothering the others any day over complete radio silence.
[ a long thoughtful hum ]
I dunno if anyone had something like that happen in our game [ because sometimes you just stop looking too closely ] but... we did have a serial killer horse? Oh, and our birb got murdered by a ninja.
.... Man, our game got really weird sometimes.
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You had a what?
[KIND OF NOT SURPRISED EXACTLY, he has seen some shit. But still. There's a lot to unpack with "we had a serial killer horse" honestly.]
Really starting to think no one had a "normal" game of murder now.
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A horse! His name was Swift Wind and he got away with possessed murder. He would've gotten away with it too if it wasn't for the pesky cyanide.
[ she says, like this is just a normal thing that happens ]
Though, you're probably right. It's hard to consider any of this "normal" given all the weird shit.
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Okay, well, I'm going to elect to try forgetting you just told me a possessed horse with a name happened to murder.
[He truly is one of the only people here from a "normal" game of murder. One that didn't have extremely wild shit going down, not counting the murder and being dead part.]
You should be used to it, though, right?
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But given the amount of weirdness I've seen, this one is easy peasy! We haven't even been dealt any mysterious powers yet!
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[Jason thinks, The fucking horse talks? but does not say anything. Sure. The horse talks. What else can be surprising around here? Nothing.]
Mysterious powers...? You got powers.
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We got powers! Air tribe meant I could turn invisible.