8/28, afternoon | cw for HORRIFIC VIOLENT TORTURE in the comments

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[network | un: e.grenore]

Can anyone here erase or alter memories? Need an answer ASAP.

Don't bother me with tedious questions.

[like that isn't something suspicious to post to the network... but it's probably nothing.]

[meanwhile in the music room... | semi-open]

The music room is being commandeered today—for the past couple hours the door has been "locked", or at least blocked shut from the inside, with One Direction music blasting from what sounds like a boombox. Dito can also be spotted hanging around the door, spear in hand, like a bouncer to the world's shittiest nightclub.

Every now and then it almost sounds like someone might be screaming in there, beneath the melodious sounds of hit pop idols Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Louis Tomilson, Liam Payne and Zayn Malik... but surely that's just your imagination. Nothing strange is going on in the music room today. Don't worry about it. It's totally fine. No war crimes in here!

((content warnings: extreme violence/torture, gore, disembowelment, teeth horror, emeto, we're k-wording a teenage girl... like, nothing good is happening here. specific things may be warned in the subject lines but don't come in here expecting a good time.

anyone is welcome to notice the weird activity/approach the door, but we can't exactly have half the game individually trying to kick the door down SO. please hit one of us up by PM/discord if your character would try to investigate any further than that! we don't bite i promise our characters are just insane))

Comments

[carpevinum]

This is a lovely conversation. I think that you're all forgetting that I am a demon, and human morality does not apply to me, and that I am also an adult man who can make his own decisions.

[closewithnewintown]

at best

you are gonna walk in on a dead body

but dead bodies don't have memories so it is going to be worse

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No one is dead. [currently.]

As if I'd be stupid enough to ask for something like that on a dead body.

[closewithnewintown]

oh good so it's something so horrible I am literally unable to even imagine it.

you owe me ten dollars that's what I decided the bet on this being objectively evil is

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I don't have ten dollars. [what would he do with money?? he's an immortal void entity.]

[closewithnewintown]

that sounds like a you problem

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You're the one who wanted to make bets. Well, I don't have ten dollars. So the bet is off.

[carpevinum]

That wouldn't surprise me, in this place.

I assure you, if the terms are not agreeable to me, I won't be lifting a finger.

[closewithnewintown]

also as an expert you decide who gets the ten dollars

hint: it's me

[carpevinum]

Please. Ten dollars is nothing to me; you're free to have said money, if it comes up.