Wow. Was that a simulation inside of a simulation? If that wasn't real—if Helena wasn't—are we? Can we trust what our eyes saw? Are eyes even real? How could we have seen any of this, if they aren't?
[kaz rubs his head, shaking it slowly—then shrugs.]
Eh.
Anyway. Presents!
[and he. trots off to the gifts without a care in the world, holding estelle's out to her when he eventually gets there.]
Merry Christmas, Estelle! [and a happy psychological nightmare!]
[Congratulations on your prizes! For Kaz, as he unwraps his gift, he'll find one giant toblerone. As for Estelle, she'll find what looks to be a homemade bento made with love and dedication.
The food looks delicious and smells great, but that's not all. They will innately realize that these gifts will replenish for three meals per day for the next three days. How nice, given the rest of the food at the lodge is now just fake.
But the time has come for this adventure to end. They've managed to avoid too much damage besides minor cuts and bruises, at least. There's only a few moments that they're able to admire their gifts before their vision first goes black and then white again. As they blink away the spots of dizziness, a chill settles over their skin as they find themselves back out in the snow, not too far from the lodge.
...huh. And it seems as though Estelle's shield is lying right in front of the door, too. Hurry in now. The weather's unpredictable around these parts.]
No need to thank me! Thank the spirit of Jesus Christ, first of his name!
[and with zero further explanation, he rips open his own gift.]
A giant toblerone! Charles could learn a thing or two from this for his storytelling! I'll cherish it forever... with my mouth!
[kaz is indeed hugging his giant toblerone like it's a stuffed toy. okay.
then the world turns inside out, and they're back in the snow—which kaz just kind of. nods at cheerfully. it's par for the course, at this point. fuck it! life is meaningless anyway.]
Well, I could really go for a hot chocolate about now. How about you?
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huh.
kaz looks at his hands. touches his face.]
Wow. Was that a simulation inside of a simulation? If that wasn't real—if Helena wasn't—are we? Can we trust what our eyes saw? Are eyes even real? How could we have seen any of this, if they aren't?
[kaz rubs his head, shaking it slowly—then shrugs.]
Eh.
Anyway. Presents!
[and he. trots off to the gifts without a care in the world, holding estelle's out to her when he eventually gets there.]
Merry Christmas, Estelle! [and a happy psychological nightmare!]
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[There was definitely a part of her that wanted to believe Rita was just within reach.
Well... she might as well see what the consolation prize is.]
... Thank you.
[She'll try opening it!]
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The food looks delicious and smells great, but that's not all. They will innately realize that these gifts will replenish for three meals per day for the next three days. How nice, given the rest of the food at the lodge is now just fake.
But the time has come for this adventure to end. They've managed to avoid too much damage besides minor cuts and bruises, at least. There's only a few moments that they're able to admire their gifts before their vision first goes black and then white again. As they blink away the spots of dizziness, a chill settles over their skin as they find themselves back out in the snow, not too far from the lodge.
...huh. And it seems as though Estelle's shield is lying right in front of the door, too. Hurry in now. The weather's unpredictable around these parts.]
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[and with zero further explanation, he rips open his own gift.]
A giant toblerone! Charles could learn a thing or two from this for his storytelling! I'll cherish it forever... with my mouth!
[kaz is indeed hugging his giant toblerone like it's a stuffed toy. okay.
then the world turns inside out, and they're back in the snow—which kaz just kind of. nods at cheerfully. it's par for the course, at this point. fuck it! life is meaningless anyway.]
Well, I could really go for a hot chocolate about now. How about you?