Glamour Failure

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

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[knightime]

He's been able to get through thick or thin and everything the Tower deals out. As of late it's gotten harder, but he's still managed to kind of pull through in some way. But this? He thinks this is a little too much for him.

It means all this time (and that's quite a bit of time), this was the reality they were living in. This was what everything was underneath it all. What exactly had been the point of all this? All this time wasted on trying to get through this thinking you were still something. Still someone. Can you even say you're someone still when you're in this kind of form?

Dave stumbles out of his pod and quickly makes his way to the door. He was trying to calm down, but he was so panicked. Where was everyone? Does he want to find anyone? His mind was so jumbled and he couldn't think of anything right now. He's just letting his feet take him wherever, but he finally slows down to a stop and sinks down against a wall.

He rubs at his eyes and he isn't sure if he has eyes but he knows for sure that he needs a few minutes to gather himself up (haha that's hilarious in this state). Just so he can tell himself it'll be okay and he can go find his friends or something. He's not sure if it's worth it anymore, but he can't give up now. He's gotten this far and giving up was a shitty thing to do.

Still. He thinks a break would be nice. He can't help but let the sad sob come out. All this time. And for what? He starts to get back to his feet. It was all so wrong. This was all wrong. But it's not the end. There's more out there for them than just being shitty wire constructs. They're real. Just maybe not here? He starts walking again. He's completely shaken but he can't stop now. "H-Hey?" Recognizing anyone like this is really damn hard.

[turntechtrainer]

Giving up is akin to dying. Dave may not give a damn about anything- apathy is so easy to hold onto - but, he will do what he feels best. He's still Dave. That still means something.

He's moving through the halls at a steady pace, silent as a ghost and just as dark. Rose had suggested a means to reassure herself, and thus him. They'd covered themselves in dirt and dust. The tower could take everything away.

They'd just take it back and take down those who ripped all their things away. There is no longer an off switch to Dave. There is no brake here so people can get off, and away. Holding himself in check is just a fool's errand.

And that's why just after his small counterpart speaks up, he appears like he walked out of time. He strides like he owns the place, the casual manner the same they always had. He's dark, the dirt and dust making him a shade, except for the broken disc symbol left clean and clear.

"Yo." His voice is even, not a trace of exhaustion. He doesn't sound tired because he has to focus. Later he might again sound like half a mile of road just bashed him in the face. But not right now. "This is some fucked up shit."

[knightime]

There's something slightly relieving in seeing the other. Even if he was currently dirt, dust, and film. It's relieving. Like holy shit, this is more relieving than he thought it would be.

"Statement of the century." Because this place hasn't shown itself for being fucked up shit already. "The fact that this place can still outdo itself is some fucking bullshit though. Like, lets make your life really terrible and you just think that there's no way it can keep one upping itself. Then surprise, it does." And he's tired of all these stupid surprises.

"I guess things are starting to make sense." In some ways, it's making less sense too. Something gets solved and there's suddenly three times as many questions to replace it. "But yea. Welcome to the Tower. Let's fuck your shit up. Again."

[turntechtrainer]

"When hasn't our lives gotten steadily worse?" Unfortunately, he's right. In the beginning life had been simple. Bro has brought him up to face the game. He has no doubt in his mind about that now. The game had claimed their lives. It had claimed the lives of their guardians, of anything that it could reach.

Then it took their dead ghosts. It took and took and this places takes and takes and he's gritting his teeth before he even realizes he did it. "How is this any different then before?" The dead can die. They revived over and over again.

A time player dies a thousand times to ensure victory!

Dave reigns himself in before he spouts something else. He steps forward, until he's right beside younger him, the kid who has lived in this hell so long only to find it's all a damn lie. "Anyway. I don't think the admins wanted this little mystery revealed for what it is." Because the power is back in their hands in a way. His voice is quieter, calmer, than it probably should be.

Re: Open

[terreifying]

"Heeeey~!"

Rei waves at the person who greeted her, a little too cheerful.

"Do I know you?"

[knightime]

"I have no fucking idea who you are," he replies flatly. Her demeanor and voice isn't familiar at all.

"So no. Probably not. Unless you're my stalker that watches me as I sleep. Then maybe."

[terreifying]

"Nope. I don't watch people sleep at night."

She shrugs.

"Sorry about this, then. Everybody who isn't a troll looks really similar."