( limelight ) mr.duty trauma prom

[featherduster]

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[takeyoutochurch]

That spectrum's too big. Since we don't know, don't worry about it. Yer gonna give yerself more black hair worryin' about it.

If yer tryin' to win, then start by thinkin' of whether or not the other members of Acidia will go low or high.

[featherduster]

[ His scowl Endeepens ]

I'll worry about you turning to meatloaf all I want, thanks. In case you're confused about what I'm focused on.

[takeyoutochurch]

I ain't delicate, I can handle turnin' into a pancake once or twice. I've been swiss cheese in my visions often enough to know my limits.

[featherduster]

Dude.

You ever think that's why it shouldn't happen more?

[takeyoutochurch]

I'd rather the people who can't take it not get hit, don't ya think?

It ain't even happened to me once here yet, but it's only a matter of time. Everybody else is gettin' hammered left and right.

[featherduster]

Fuck that. It's not your job to take a bullet just 'cause one hasn't hit you yet.

[takeyoutochurch]

I ain't really stickin' my neck out to take a bullet either, ya know. We don't got a clue what anyone else is doin', so we can't play strategically. The only thing we can do is go with our gut and pick accordin'ly.

[featherduster]

And your gut says what?

[takeyoutochurch]

[...exhales]

My gut says play low, because that's how I think Forge'll play, and we'll all walk away right as rain like we always do if we manage the lowest average.

But my head says I got 'em all wrong last time. So I don't really know what they'll do.

[featherduster]

... Got them wrong how?

[takeyoutochurch]

[shakes his head]

Don't worry about it. It ain't a big deal. We got a few new kids, so it makes sense I don't know everybody as well as I used to.

[featherduster]

... Mmmm.

Okay then. If you were forgetting the rest of Forge, what would you choose to do?

[takeyoutochurch]

I wouldn't give a shit about the point system and just pick somethin' I think I could do without for a week. Like, hmm, my toolbox?

Damn that's a good one but I don't wanna give up my toolbox.

[featherduster]

If you give up the memory of your toolbox too then you won't even miss it.

[takeyoutochurch]

I ain't givin' it up, I'm thinkin' of somethin' else. I don't hear ya comin' up with any good ideas.

[featherduster]

Sacrifice smoking. Forever.

[takeyoutochurch]

NOT FOREVER!

[featherduster]

[ Summoning a sardonicism from the inky depths that is only possible for a man who has truly Gone Through It ]

Bad for your health. Wouldn't want it to kill you.

[takeyoutochurch]

Suddenly feelin' the urge to sacrifice my life for no particular reason other than to make ya mad. That'd be better than takin' a man's cigarettes away.

[featherduster]

[ S M I L E S ]

Sounds like it's worth three points to me. ☆

[takeyoutochurch]

And what're ya givin' up that's equivalent to that, huh?

[featherduster]

[ Frowns... ]

I don't know.

Everything that meaningful to me is... a person.

[takeyoutochurch]

Well don't go givin' up people just for a performance.

[quiet for a few beats]

It don't have to be the most valuable thing to ya. At least not if yer fine settlin' for one or two points. Yer Blessin's are worth somethin'. Yer visions are worth somethin'; so are yer memories. Yer sight, hearin', touch, are all worth somethin' too. Heck, even yer bedroom in yer cabin is worth somethin' since it's part of the place ya live.

I ain't sayin' to give those up, mind ya, but it's just to get that haystack ya call a brain thinkin' it over.

[featherduster]

[ He doesn't STOP frowning, but... ]

Well, tell me what you're gonna do, and then maybe I'll decide.

[takeyoutochurch]

[quiet for a few moments, considering]

Sense of touch.