[week two - thursday]

[hypertoxic]

[ So it's sunset again. And once again, it's absolutely beautiful, setting their idyllic tropical paradise ablaze with deep golds and blood reds.

And also, like, maybe other kinds of bloody things, because what the fuck?

Vriska is chilling on the beach when the hallucinations start. And it is pretty innocuous at first: she sees an unusually colored seashell and reaches to pick it up, frowning.

Except despite the fact that it feels totally real, a few blinks later she realizes she's holding nothing at all.

.... glances around.

Spots Hayner, and goes: ]

Did you see that?

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[thewinner]

[ He's on the trail of following his friend when he vanishes just as Hayner reaches the beach. He sees the girl with the horns, but he looks beyond her frantically.

He doesn't even connect with what she's asking initially and instead is moving in close enough to peek behind her.

Her hair is big enough to hide someonne, right? ]

What are you talking about? And did you see a blonde guy come through here?

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[hypertoxic]

A blond-- what? Like a human? No. What the hell are you--

[ Her hair is probably big enough to hide someone, to be fair.

Anyway, she'll pause mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing. ]

... I have a theory, but I need to wait and see to prove it! So why don't you stop running around like a cluckbeast with its head cut off and sit down. Your "blond guy" probably isn't here.

[thewinner]

He's not my blond guy. He's my friend.

[ There's a big difference. BIG. ]

My best friend. [ Because that's important too. But he doesn't see him any where. Crossing his arms as he looks at her. ]

What the heck is a cluckbeast?

[ Priorities. ]

[hypertoxic]

A chicken, numbnook. And fine, if you're not gonna sit, I am.

[ And she does just that, plopping her butt down on the sand. ]

I super care about your best friend situation, by the way. Totally riveted over here! Tell me more about blond guy. He sounds soooooooo interesting. Just like you!

[ she says all this with a disturbing amount of what might seem to be sincerity. ]

[thewinner]

[ She should totally be interested in him and his best friend. The interest does get him to drop his guard, even with her insulting him just before. Plopping down on the sand. ]

He is pretty cool. I taught him everything I know. [ Which is why he's cool. ]

He's shorter than I am and he has a sweatband with a checkered pattern on it.

[hypertoxic]

[ GROAN.

Internally. She does an admirable job of not letting that happen out loud. ]

I'll be sure to remember it, [ she drawls. ]

Hey! How about this. You tell me if you see anything else unusual that definitely has no good reason to be here.

[thewinner]

[ Wait until he tells her about Struggle! She totally wants to hear all about that and his other friends, right?

Giving her a questioning look as he looks around. ]

You mean besides us?

[ Everything looks like the usual. ]

[hypertoxic]

[ Yes. Absolutely. In depth.

SIGH!!! ]

Yes. Like your best friend, who I am 99% sure isn't actually here.

[thewinner]

What? No way. Why would you think that?

[ He knows he say him. He has to be here. ]

[hypertoxic]

Because I am 100% sure his name isn't in the rulebook and he doesn't have a hut. But like, keep dreaming, I guess.

[thewinner]

Did you think maybe they didn't update the rulebook yet?

[ What she says does make sense. And Roxas wouldn't run from him this long... Sighing as his shoulders droop. He really wanted his friend here and he's not sure if that makes him terrible or not. ]

What were you seeing anyways?

[hypertoxic]

Not really. [ dryly.

Gestures vaguely. ]

Oh, you know. Just like some really sad shit from my childhood, I guess? You wouldn't want to hear it.

[ all very, uh, blasé. ]

[thewinner]

You guess?

[ Why is she acting like it's not a big deal if it's sad shit? ]

What kind of sad shit are we talking about?

[hypertoxic]

Oh, like, really messed up. I was beaten as a kid, you know. Horribly! I almost died a few times. It was really traumatic for me! Do you think maybe you could be a little more sensitive when you ask those kinds of questions? Jeez, I knew you were an idiot, but I didn't think you were such an insensitive asshole.



[ hayner doesn't deserve this. ]

[thewinner]

Whoa! What?! [ Sensitive means being loud and absolutely looking astounded at the news.

There's a million things he wants to ask. A MILLION THINGS.

But the need to prove how he's totally not an insensitive asshole wins. ]

Hey! How was I supposed to know? You made it sound like there's nothing to it.

[ Yeah. Totally proving it right. ]

[hypertoxic]

I could keep fucking with you, but honestly, you're boring and I don't care.

[ yawns hugely.

... and then will reach up, to pull ... a ... coin ...? from her hair? she recognizes it, too. ]

What the hell?

[ ... except of course, Hayner will see nothing. ]

[thewinner]

[ Leaning back rather comically. ]

What? Fucking with me? You mean you made all of that up?

[ Why would you do that? And then he notices something is up. ]

Now what? [ He sees nothing and is pretty sure she is fucking with him again. ]