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[midgarhorizon]

Characters: Lord Grumpypants, Diarmuid, Diarmuid's idiot brothers, the extended family, and open to their CR and anyone that just wants to drop by.
Setting: Floor 81
Format: Party style, whichever format you prefer
Summary: When two busybodies start plotting, all hell breaks loose. "Waver's Anniversary" (or more informally known as Waver and Diarmuid's wedding party.) It's just a party. Nothing to see here. That cake is white just by... accident... and decorated to match the rings... yeeeeeeep... complete accident.
Warnings: Someone may decide to drown a couple people... who knows.

[In case someone is observant enough to notice, Waver and Diarmuid have been wearing matching rings... and under the disguise of a convenient excuse, that being Waver's one year anniversary in the Tower, Lancer and Reno have thrown a party to celebrate.

Keeping the relationship a perfect secret, of course. It's just a party. Good times, shooting the breeze, card games. Unfortunately, there's no booze. The lounge has been set up with a buffet with food from the Floor Sixty Kitchen, and there's a cake.

The cake happens to be white, and decorated. And that celtic knot decoration may just be matching the rings. Complete accident, of course.]

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Comments

[sarcasmancer]

And why is it your responsibility to cook for others? Still, I benefit from your hard work, so I suppose it's ungrateful of me to question it. Thank you kindly for your efforts, Asch.

[...He's smiling way too widely for that to be sincere. He is, at least, by all appearances enjoying that fried chocobo, so that much isn't him messing around? Probably?]

[bloodyashes]

[Grump grump right back at you like always, Jade. Why shouldn't he cook for the people who can't, anyway?

Still, it's Jade. There's no way that he actually just came over here for lunch.]

Whatever. What did you really want to say?

[Cutting to the chase as usual.]

[sarcasmancer]

[In the exact same pleasant, almost flippant tone as before:]

I hear you dealt the final blow on Jason.

[Jade lets that hang in the air like a noose.]

this is really late I'm really sorry

[bloodyashes]

[He should have known.]

I can hardly take all the credit.

[If Jade is hoping to off-balance him with that tone of voice, he's not going to have any luck today. The sour walls come up, predictably, Asch pushing the way he feels about the issue out of sight.]

If you've come to criticize, I should pre-emptively tell you that you're wasting your time.

no worries, I know how it is

[sarcasmancer]

Oh, there's no need to warn me; I already know that your skull is too thick for criticism to penetrate. That isn't why I brought it up, however. If you hadn't finished him, someone else would have.

What I want to know is what you intend on doing next.

fights with inspiration

[bloodyashes]

[You are not winning any points today, Jade. Which you're probably aware of, but still. Not winning. Any points.]

Personally? I was planning on taking a vacation.

[That's sarcasm, definitely, but it's not completely invalid. He's been resting, for an Asch value of resting, and not doing anything too dangerous lately.]

I'll be ready when the next call to arms goes out, but for right now, it's recovery and preparation for whatever they throw at us next.

[sarcasmancer]

[How terrible. Jade will manage somehow.]

That seems sensible. Incidentally, I understand you died in the process--or at least, that's the rumor. How was the resurrection process, now that Jason's no longer in charge of it?

[bloodyashes]

[Of course he will.]

Exactly as you'd expect it - far less efficient.

[He rubs at his neck, which is getting to be a nervous habit whenever he talks about dying here.]

It took longer to return, and I was sore and tired when I woke up. There was a small incision on my neck, beneath the collar, that bled briefly when I woke up but has since healed normally. Overall, it felt more like the body had been repaired and recycled, rather than having been given an outright new one.

[sarcasmancer]

[Repaired and recycled... If that's an accurate assessment, then that implies that dying in a complete enough way--say, getting crushed to death, or melting on the volcano floor--will prevent one from getting resurrected. It also implies that enough deaths will eventually wear down the body, leading one to permanent death.

Of course, given how close the countdown is to its end, it probably won't affect anything in time for that to be an issue, which is one of the reasons why Jade only says:]

Interesting.

Thank you for the information, Asch.

[And the fonist resumes eating, because it would be a shame to let this fried chocobo get cold.]