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[adsum]

Door's open!

[ The voice comes from a distance away, like a certain counselor is snacking at his desk and can't be bothered to walk to the door to let Stephanie in. But it is open, the handle slightly cold to the touch when she tries it, but it'll swing in easily. ]

[closewithnewintown]

[okay. here you are, Steph. what you wanted. a chance to get answers to questions.

so it takes her a whole minute to actually grab the handle and turn it, with one final warning to ghost!Hyde:]

If you ditch me in here, I'm gonna use one of the commands to turn you into a hamster. [OKAY NOW WE'RE OPENING THE DOOR AND GOING IN.]

[adsum]

[ Look at this kid, talking to herself. She's definitely crazy enough to do a murder.

The counselor at least doesn't look surprised to see Stephanie here in Hyde's stead. He's sitting on top of his desk as per usual, a bowl of pistachios to his left, and a bowl of pistachio shells to his right. Next to the bowl on the right is a little stack of pistachios that he couldn't manage to get open, which he will revisit later as a last resort.

There are several chairs in front of the desk: a plastic folding chair, an office chair with arms, an office chair without arms, a recliner, a rocking chair, and a beanbag. There is also the ground if she'd rather sit on the ground, or the desk if she wants to sit with him. She can stank awkwardly anywhere in the room? It's her choice, this session is for her. ]

Pistachio?

[closewithnewintown]

No, thank you. [because, as she glances at the bowl, she remembers Gundham, and how this place almost definitely runs on Fairy Rules.

she picks the beanbag chair, sitting on it primly at first, her hands folded in her lap. the "at first" is because she's slowly slouching, because it's very tiring to be powering some jerk's ghost magic.]

-- Do you do group therapy in here or something? [god she had wanted to be cool and say something cool as an opening remark but instead she is just weirded out by the amount of chairs. this is too many chairs.]

[adsum]

[ More pistachios for him, cool. ]

Sure do. We're having one right now.

[closewithnewintown]

So, you do see him. [pause] Or, sense him, maybe. I don't really know how it works for other people. I'm new to it.

He won't need a chair, though. He's just gonna hang out over there and protect his master. [with a slight emphasis on the words. like she's still convincing herself of that.]

[adsum]

[ He just smiles at that, and shells another pistachio—- tries to, at least. He can't get it open, so, with the tiniest of frowns, it goes in the "for later" pile. ]

We all start somewhere. How does it make you feel? Has it been fun?

[closewithnewintown]

[shakes head] It's not for fun. It's a responsibility. If Ritsuka is gone to wherever people go after you take them from us, Hyde needs somebody to tell him what to do.

[rubs at her eye] S'fine. I just need to sleep more. Maybe when I don't have to sleep on the floor anymore, I'll do better.

[adsum]

Responsibilities can be fun too. They say the best job is one you enjoy, don't they?

[ Look at him. He gets to lounge around and snack and chat all day, watch some kids cry, it's a great job. ]

Would you like to take that beanbag with you in the meantime? It'll be a lot more comfortable than the floor, and a good, restful night's sleep helps revitalize all parts of a person— physically, mentally, and spiritually.

[closewithnewintown]

[the way it's worded, like something he would tell her, makes it even more tempting than usual... but, she shakes her head, frowning hard.]

No, thank you. [...] I don't wanna owe you anything.

[adsum]

You can always give me something first, and then I would be owing you.

[ This way, she could choose what to give, instead of him asking something of her, and they'll be even stevens. ]

[closewithnewintown]

I don't have anything that's worth a whole beanbag chair. Or... anything, really. Unless you take payment in empty snack bags.

[adsum]

No, don't give me your trash.

[ He's not even going to pretend to think about it. This isn't a charity. ]

Nor any possessions that you can't spare— I won't need them. Payment can come in the form of other, less tangible things. You're a bright girl, you'll think of something. And it's an open offer, as long as you need it.

THANKS FOR NOT SENDING ME THIS DW YOU DEMON

[closewithnewintown]

[her hands clench at the hem of her skirt.]

Is that what you give people for their memories? Stuff?

dw like fuck this thread in particular

[adsum]

[ He smiles

cracks open another pistachio ]

Strangely, not many people take me up on that offer. Memories are typically such coveted things... though there are of course memories a person would rather forget. You have them too, don't you?

[closewithnewintown]

I wouldn't give up my worst memory for anything. [even if now her worst memory is less "one time my friends were really mad at me" and more "people I loved and trusted did several murders.] I'd sleep on the floor forever if that was my only other option.

[dangernoises]

[ Talking to her telepathicaly but hey maybe he can hear, 'What the fuck this dude can see me AND KNOWS ABOUT OUR MEMORIES HERE¿?? what a freak. love the guy.' ]

[adsum]

What about the ones in your head you don't believe are yours?

[ She has those too. Memories of her life here- ones she considers fake, not hers, the self in them not her. Would she give those up? The familiarity she might feel with other people that extends long past the 4-ish months she's been aware of being here, the overlapping and contradicting memories. She has no need for those, does she? Give them to him. ]

[closewithnewintown]

... I don't care about them as much, but they are useful, at least. How else am I supposed to pass math class. I was learning fractions before I got stuck here.

[leans back] Besides, fake memories nobody cares about probably aren't as tasty as real memories people love. I wouldn't get anything good for them. Those aren't the ones you want.

[adsum]

Yeah.

[ Nobody wanting to give up tasty memories means he's got to subside off pretzels and nuts... ]

But I do care. They continue to affect you, after all, even if they aren't real. It doesn't matter if they're good memories or bad, important or unimportant. They're still there, they still shape you, and so I care.

[closewithnewintown]

[she gives him a long, thoughtful look.]

What's your offer, then. For one.

[adsum]

It wouldn't be worth a piece of furniture, and I don't own much else to offer you...

[ He doesn't even own the furniture in the room, technically. But, hmm. He carefully scoops up his pile of hard to open pistachios and holds them out to her.

?? ]

[closewithnewintown]

[look just because her soul has been shook enough that she was willing to briefly seriously consider a Deal doesn't mean she's insane.]

Guess you go hungry today. [pause] Unless Hyde's interested. I don't wanna speak for him. You'd love his, though.

[dangernoises]

[ Hes eating the his pistachos. Coming to fluttering into shape form a golden array of flecs. Now as himself, shoving nuts in his face. ]

What am i doing? IM not paying attention.

[adsum]

Hello, Hyde.

[ yesssssssss the counselor seems happy to see him, even if Hyde is like... popping the entire pistachios into his mouth, shell and all ]

Do you have any tasty memories you don't mind relinquishing?