some luck, huh.

[doggonemad]

WHO: Clover & friends
WHERE: Clover barn
WHEN: Day 75 into 76

[ well, rituals happened. red quests are happening. spite puzzles have happened. what's up, guys. ]

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[doggonemad]

Uhhhh, drank a bit over at Bluebell, took a cat nap, met some new people, then laid in wait at Thistle until I could jump a couple of losers over there.

[ shruggos, walking over, then picks up a knife. if there are veggies and things to chop, he can do that. ]

[eonsadrift]

[ There are some vegetables and other things to chop! He's currently making rice. ]

You're quite active, aren't you..? Why Bluebell?

[doggonemad]

[ gets to chopping, then. ]

'Cause they got booze an' Minuet-chan is a soft touch.

[ that's not the whole story, but it's enough. ]

Speakin' of Bluebell, Fantasia wants in when we drink that fish booze.

[eonsadrift]

Does he? I should have expected... he likes to drink too much. [ But his tone is fond. ]

...if you're looking for a drinking partner, you should seek him out more often. Alcohol rarely does anything for me, so there's no real point to me doing it.

[ aka stop drinking alone you depressed fucks ]

[doggonemad]

[ stop judging us, you can't get drunk!! ]

Eh, we'll see. This was a special occasion. A special "I need ta get shit-faced now an' not around the kids" occasion.

[eonsadrift]

[ He pauses to look at him. Definitely judging. ]

...it got to you that badly, huh?

[doggonemad]

[ turns his head so he can glance around briefly to make sure no other Clovers are in earshot before turning his focus back to cutting things. ]

. . . Yeah. Brought a lot of bad shit right front an' center in my head. Had to push it back somehow.

[eonsadrift]

...mm. [ He turns back to cooking, seemingly focused on it. ]

This place will do that to you. It loves to shove your past sins right into your face.

[doggonemad]

Yeah. Somethin' like that . . .

[ pushing a small pile of chopped veggies towards him. ]

Weren't so much my sins in this case.

[eonsadrift]

[ He scoops up the veggies to throw them into a pan. Might as well make fried rice tonight. He's keeping his tone as casual as possible this totally doesn't bother him at all. ]

...ah. Those are also unfortunately common to relive.

[doggonemad]

Nothin' a bottle of booze can't fix.

[ looks for other stuff to chop . . . ]

[eonsadrift]

Humans are so lucky...

[ He pushes some various scavenged greens for garnishes at him. Chop those. ]

[doggonemad]

[ chop chop chop. ]

Not really. I mean, it's humans that did this, right? We love fuckin' each other up for shits and giggles. Bullshit power plays.

[eonsadrift]

Immortals aren’t much better, honestly. All the time in the world makes you bored and cruel.

But at least you can drink to try and forget it for a little bit.

[doggonemad]

Yeah. That's kind of a blessin' an' a curse all wrapped up in one.

Think the moral of the story here is that people just suck. Humans, immortals . . . fuckin' assholes among both of 'em.

[eonsadrift]

“Everyone sucks”… what a wonderful moral to teach our household of impressionable teenagers.

…though I think most of them would end up agreeing with us.

[doggonemad]

An' that is why I went somewhere else for 'bout a day.

[eonsadrift]

Point taken.

The kids aren’t that weak, though.

[doggonemad]

Naw.

That ain't the only reason I went somewhere else though. Even if they ain't weak, that shit ain't somethin' they should hafta deal with.

[eonsadrift]

What are you going to do if a ritual displays it front and center for the rest of Clover to see?

[doggonemad]

That's a problem for future Hannya.

[eonsadrift]

Maybe you’ll get lucky. They haven’t shown the worst of my tortures yet.

[doggonemad]

We could make, like, a pact or some shit. If this place shows that nonsense, we run interference for each other.

[eonsadrift]

Eh. It might be too late for me to try and hide any of that.

…and I know what you think, but trying to hide it in a ritual is going to upset them more than trusting them to understand and not pry too hard.

[doggonemad]

Stop bein' so goddamn right.