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[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?

[closewithnewintown]

[god she can't fucking take him anywhere-- she clears her throat.] As his master, I get final say on any trades. And we'll only agree if it's for something really cool.

[dangernoises]

[ HELL YES HES EATING THE SHELLS!! All of it is magic input and frankly because Stephanie's has little to none, he is dying maybe if counselorkun is made of magic and wants to give hyde a treat he'd kiss him i mean -

anyway he looks over to steph with his mouth full and the cool counselorkun. ]

Yeah whatever the kid wants.

[adsum]

[ Maybe counselorkun is made of magic ]

You know him better than me, apparently. What memory would be worth a beanbag chair?

[ Master gets to choose. Nobody gets to blame him from taking more than what he's offered. ]

[closewithnewintown]

[she freezes, for just a moment.]

I don't really know him at all, though. [said mostly because she's starting to realize she. doesn't know anyone here.] He's, um... He's got lots of murders. You like those, right? He could spare one of the less important ones... if he wants...

[dear god it's her first day as a master and she's bartering him for a beanbag chair.]

[adsum]

[ It's a very nice beanbag chair... ]

A "less important" murder, huh? Is there such a thing? What makes one person's death less important than another's? How will you be able to choose which one to give?

[closewithnewintown]

[...]

Well, I've never met any of those people, so it's just however he feels about them.

[dangernoises]

Ehhhh? All murders are equal. [ He says shoving more pistachios into his mouth, leaning casually against the table. ]

[closewithnewintown]

Equally bad. [wHY DID SHE EVER AGREE TO ANY OF THIS WHY IS THIS THE WAY HER LIFE IS NOW]

[adsum]

[ ...Counselorkun smiles. ]

A memory he doesn't remember, then, as not to have any feelings about it. I know just the one.

[ He turns to Stephanie. ]

Unfortunately, with the way you two are connected, you may catch glimpses of it as it's dragged to the surface. But I can take it away from you too, after, if you'd like.

[closewithnewintown]

[she swallows.]

... I'll keep it. Then he could get it back, kinda, if he wants.

[dangernoises]

[ Okay well he's ready, he's looking at The counselor expectantly. ]