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WHAT in person
WHERE everywhere
WHEN Day 79

[ If you're out and about earlier in the day, you'll come across several kiosks around Quiet Mounds that are decked out in pre-party paraphernalia. There's bottles of champagne with fancy thin stemmed glasses. There's party poppers, bags of confetti, party hats, blah blah, you get the drift. It should be noted that some bottles of champagne have unintended results like "must tell the truth" or "compulsively needy for physical affection" or "feeling very warm and also the need to take off all your clothes" or other fun effects. If you share a drink with someone you may feel their feelings (everyone loves empathy) or accidentally take a trip down memory lane together (woo exciting).

There's also some podiums that have fancy paper, or plain notebook paper, or scrolls, whatever and lots of writing utensils. Time to write down your New Year Resolutions! Just beware, that whatever you write you'll have to actually adhere to for like a week. . . have fun if you write down like "stop drinking and run 7 miles a day".

Later, you'll see some gorgeous fireworks that may or may not spell out your darkest secrets but in big, beautiful, sparkly lights for everyone to see. Or they may just be normal fireworks, you know, roulette. ]

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What about me isn't?

[. . . TWIDDLES FINGERS IN CHUUYA'S FACE TO ADD OBNOXIOUS EDGE TO THE ACCIDENTAL TRUTHING BECAUSE MOTHERFUCKER HE HATES THIS EFFECT?]

[kind of... squints at him, not that Dazai isn't usually self deprecating but--]

Are you okay?

[LOLOLOLOL NOT ANSWERING THAT. BITING HIS TONGUE SO HARD UNTIL THE IMPULSE PASSES.

and then just gestures to Chuuya's own drink.]

How's your drink?

[that gets a sort of suspicious squint but he won't push it, it's not like he really expects Dazai to be fine]

Too sweet, really. But I guess it's a holiday.

Oh, you should do this.

[reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out some of the resolution paper]

[. . . the look of You Must Be Joking.]

I don't have anything to write down. What would even be the point?

Why not? Unlike the garbage that just arrived, you're actually trying to improve your life, right? The new year is for writing down new goals.

Isn't this just a thing people do so they can look back at what they've written down and be disappointed in themselves for not achieving by next year? Because I can easily do that without pen and paper.

[so no one can ever know how bad he fails at achieving goals.]

Probably because they pick something too big and stupid. I learned how to do a lot of interesting things making resolutions.

I don't pick stupid and big things.

Then it'll be fine. So what's a reasonable thing you want to be better at?

[...... no. this is a trap. ur gonna make fun of him.]

Edited 2018-01-02 07:16 (UTC)

[shakes the paper at him]

Don't be such a baby. I'll do one too.

What? Are you going to write "get out of here and take my crazy boss with me" or something?

Now that he's here, it's fine if we stay for a while.

[that came out...??? automatically? he hadn't actually meant to say it. did he drink more than he thought?

Shit, whatever, he hunches his shoulders and shoots Dazai a guarded look, daring him to say something]

[....... actually blinking in surprise.]

I thought you were going to get bored of this place? Or could it be that now that there's more opportunities for murders to occur, it's suddenly become interesting?

[squiiiiiiiiiiints at Chuuya because you sure are being as thoughtless about what you're saying as he is.]

Edited 2018-01-02 07:36 (UTC)

[looks kind of offended]

Oi, you think I want him to kill you? I told him the fuck not to. ...not that I'm really surprised he lied about it but...

Obviously you don't want it to happen, but knowing it keeps you busy is part of the appeal to the conflict, isn't it?

[look. like. why else? would you want to stay in a place you complain about all the time?

--wait. hold on.

........ points at Chuuya.]

Unless you're thinking it's like enforcing a kind of rehab for that guy?

[WOW, THAT SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY BAD IDEA?]

[??? he isn't so much, embarrassed by being called out as confused this is even really a question]

What the hell else was I going to do, after all the things you said? Things can't just stay like they are.

... Chuuya.

Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya...

[the tones of I Know You're Trying Hard But Also Let Me Explain Why You Are Already Fucking This Up.

dog types, why.]

You're missing the very important first step to a successful attempt at getting anyone rehabilitated.

He's got to want to.

And he definitely, one hundred percent, doesn't.

[gestures at his injured self pointedly.]

[This look says: do you have to be so fucking condescending about it?

But he's more interested in talking about this than griping

and it's not like he doesn't have a point]

Well why the hell not?

Because then what would have been the point of the past four years?

We both know where he went so wrong with things, but he's already dug the hole this deep against everything that would have made his situation turn out more like mine. And he hates that he can see that difference. So obviously, he's going to double down and fight against a course correction.

That's fucking idiotic. I was there too, I wasted the same amount of time. That doesn't make me want to waste more.

No, he had you waste the same amount of time.

[also drinking moar]

Edited 2018-01-02 08:29 (UTC)

[???]

I'm the one who made him be the boss! He'd have killed himself years ago if I let him!

Probably.

But also, that wouldn't have been the situation if he had known the relevant information I did.

I even offered to share it with him and he killed me over it.

That's how I know he's not at a point to want to accept a change.

... though maybe one hundred percent is too high--ninety-five?