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liesexual ([personal profile] trialbyliar) wrote in [community profile] piper902020-11-20 04:16 pm

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[Someone has spent the last few hours holed up reading through everything on the network. Everything. Every post on both the public and encrypted networks, every comment, every introduction. He might have made notes if he'd had any paper, but for now he's just keeping it all in his head. And it's a lot.

But finally, he gets around to making a post himself. The new face that pops up on the comms is young, though the exact age is hard to determine – one of those baby faces that could be anywhere from like twelve to eighteen. He seems thoroughly unimpressed as he sits back to stare down the communicator screen.]


Wow, the corporate hellscape was pretty bad, but apparently there's a murderer on the loose, too? You'd think they'd at least switch up the genre this time.

[Who is "they"? Well, that's what he'd like to know.

But his expression abruptly changes, all childish excitement and wonder. He grins down at the communicator, nearly bouncing with excess energy.]


But how cool! A special network secret from Jorgmund? It's like we're spies! I'm sure with everyone working together, we can get out of this whole mess!

[Aw, how nice. Unfortunately, that optimistic energy suddenly disappears as the smile drops off his face, replaced with a sly smirk.]

Is that what I'm supposed to say? You're all pretty naive if you really think this network is any safer than the other one! I guess that's how so many of you have gotten picked off by just one killer, huh? What, did you just skip up to this mystery lady like "heeeyyy, you totally won't peel my face off, right?" and expect to be best friends?

[ bitch that's rude ]

Aaaanyway, I guess it's pretty standard to introduce ourselves on these things. Pretty rude of you guys to not even bother meeting people properly in person, but whatevs!

[He leans back in his seat, sizing up the communicator like it's an actual person prostate before him, and spreads his arms in a theatrical gesture.]

I'm Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader. I'm sure we're all gonna be the best of friends!

[A cheery smile, completely shameless as he tacks on at the end:]

But that's a lie. You should probably know I'm a liar.
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[personal profile] walkingballpit 2020-11-22 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Someone please collect this child; this is not a scenario that Robbie’s overly skilled at.

He sighs.
]

I admit I’m not the best, but I’m not the worst person on this Rig. I think that’s the chick who impaled me without blinking.

[ That’s a concession, right? Maybe that will be enough to take the place of a “hey, buddy, don’t cry.” Even though Robbie thinks they’re crocodile tears, they still work to a degree. He has to push past the guilt they invoke to press his point. ]

But come on, don’t insult my intelligence. You weren’t trying to help everyone. Gadget is one of us.
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[personal profile] walkingballpit 2020-11-22 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Truth be told, Robbie misses his friends and teammates a lot. Life is always better when you’ve got your fam - sometimes, he feels like crying about it too.

But he has Querl to lean on, so that automatically puts him in a different position from people who know no one when they blink into this reality.

He sympathizes, and he’ll stress over being too harsh with the new kid later, but these piss poor excuses don’t even make sense or segue nicely. Yes, people lash out when they’ve had traumatic experiences - boy howdy, do they.

This doesn’t feel like lashing out. It’s selective - he went for the small, female mouse and hasn’t lashed out at the talk, male human despite Robbie taking up a similar position to Gadget’s and even defending her.

Instead, he gets an emotional responsibility dodge, and that does not work on him, regardless of how true it is or isn’t.
]

We all do, but you need to own what you said and fix it. Now. You have to live on this Rig with the rest of us, and that means accepting that the rest of us are sentient beings and given equal weight, no matter what species they are.

I’m sorry you miss your friends, but you make a choice every time you says something. So you made a mistake. We all do, sometimes. What matters is what comes next. Stop defending and dismissing your screw up and do something. You know, like apologize.