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999 CAST MEETING 2 (TNDG DAY 4)
((Content warning: Seven's funeral.))
[Lotus has returned to the sci-fi set and shed her skin. Her head free of braids and ornaments, her make-up washed off, her bangles removed, all she has left are waves of black hair and her black widow suit. The contrast creates an impression of dishevelment and recent crying even though she is clean and clear eyed by any empirical assessment.
She sits on her bed and claps once.]
Let's get everything over with.
[Lotus has returned to the sci-fi set and shed her skin. Her head free of braids and ornaments, her make-up washed off, her bangles removed, all she has left are waves of black hair and her black widow suit. The contrast creates an impression of dishevelment and recent crying even though she is clean and clear eyed by any empirical assessment.
She sits on her bed and claps once.]
Let's get everything over with.
MEMORIAL SERVICE FOR SEVEN
Lotus leans against the wall. She would rather not speak first.]
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He's probably not going to speak first either, but he will if someone forces him to. ]
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Santa, do you know if your birthday is before or after Snake's? See, I think that traditionally the eldest son would have the duty of consuming the offerings later so they can be replenished every day. Obviously, actual blood offspring aren't an option in this case...
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[ Santa isn't sure whether or not he'd feel comfortable doing that, but if it's required of him... ]
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Uh... Does anyone want to say anything?
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[This morning he died, the day before that he saved Santa by voting for him, the day before that they arrived here, and before that... it's such a blur already, the only nonary game that Lotus played herself. Things could have been so different if she'd known Seven longer...]
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I really fucking don't.
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I never knew him very well. I never really had a chance. I know he was a good man though, and a true hero, because there isn't anyone else who could or would have done everything that... everything he did for all of us. Four of us would have died without him, or maybe all of us, because he was the one who got us back to land. Someone else might not have done so much, anyone else might not have, and... I'll owe him a debt forever, in any worlds I might find myself in.
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[Shrieking, Lotus leaps to her feet, hands curled into fists.]
He went out on a limb trying to be helpful, and this is what he gets? There's no god in this world! Instead there are different laws of physics where humanity can make a machine strong enough to kill whatever type of monster he was! He never accepted the rules in any one of these stupid murder games! He scooped out all those kids... including some of you guys and my daughter... with his own two enormous hands - he wouldn't even leave me behind when any logic would say I was holding you back! He's so stupid! How are we supposed to replace him? I can't act anything like him, I know how to diet too well!
This is the part where he belly laughs, all, don't put yourself down, that's not the bitch who gets stuff done I know and love. [The deepening of her voice there is less an effective impression of his pitch and more the worsening effect of tears caught in her throat.] I wish I could slap him! I'm never going to slap him again! I never got to say goodbye... or... [the womanly fragility of her voice cracks through here] "thank you"...
[The tears that have been streaming out of her eyes finally drip onto the floor.] It's too late! I owe him now! I will literally be damned! I am going to hell and taking these fucking fast food mascots with me!
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I'll help you. Because I'm going to win here, no matter what, and we can burn this place down afterwards, with everything left.
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Santa, congratulations on getting first place again. Now please truthfully tell me that nobody dared you to get another tattoo.
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[ He's annoyed by the latter and it definitely shows. ]
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I have a theory though it was meant to go X+1, X, X-1, where X is the number of the participants. So X+2 "justifies" skipping down to X-1.
IMPORTANT CAST BUSINESS OF ANY NON-VOTING TYPE
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[... says the girl who's still dressed as a purple playboy bunny. At least she got a jacket somewhere, and has taken off the shoes.]
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[ Sorry, June. ]
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...I dunno if telling Mari my hobbies counts, but I just told her I like chemistry, puzzles, and some reading. Which aren't lies. [Clover shrugs.]
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VOTING
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Re: VOTING
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[Ahah... ha... oh... her smile gets melancholy again.]
Now it would be all ten of us hanging out.
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Yeah, that would be nice.
[ Santa doesn't sound enthused. Blame it on being stuck on the number. ]
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You still have to cast a fourth vote... have you thought about Josefumi Kujo? [Examining her nails.] You can't vote for Ene again. Frank Reynolds is out of the question. But after that... do you really want to vote for Charlie, either? Or Aku, who's literally a giant monster? So it's down to Kujo-kun and Kira-kun, who have at least honestly cast votes for each other before and therefore probably aren't totally crazy. Kujo-kun will make you look better than Kira-kun, who has a vote. [She puts up a hand so she can look at the back of her own nails.] Not that I can actually tell you what to do. I'm just saying the options are pretty few.
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