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[striketwice]

REVERIE INBOX "THIS IS ALEC. MAKE IT QUICK." ⚡ voice . text . action ↳ OVERFLOW | REGISTRY

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[vecna]

Yes, then food. You've been working hard.

[And that's not even patronizing.]

I won't interrupt you anymore.

[striketwice]

[ Thank you for genuinely acknowledging his hard work. ]

It's fine. Thanks for the break.

[ So saying, he hauls himself up to finish his work. ]

[vecna]

[No sketchbook this time. Henry will just watch him work until he’s done!

Twenty or so minutes pass.]

…Well?

[striketwice]

[ Like before, Alec checks and double checks his work, and when he's done, the marks vanish, leaving a yawning opening in the fabric of reality in their place. Beyond, the interior of Alec's room. ]

But wait, there's more.

[ Said like a true infomercial announcer. He waves the portal closed, then etches out another series of runes. The air tears open again, this time showing the shadowy corner of the graveyard where they started. It really is a network. ]

[vecna]

[Okay. Cheesy infomercial voice aside, it is impressive. Henry’s portals were never interconnected in that way. He's almost jealous.]

Soon you’ll be zipping around all over the place. Just don’t track graveyard dirt into my room, Alec.

[striketwice]

I'll be sure to portal in from someplace appropriately clean, Henry.

[ There's no shortage of sarcasm there. He waves the portal closed. ]

So, how about lunch?

[vecna]

[Listen, Henry Creel might be a gross monster thing in reality, but old human habits dictate CLEANLINESS!!! No dirt in here, sir.

The portal closes, and there’s some sense of satisfaction in knowing that Alec has a little secret route into his room, but he doesn’t remark on it.]

Sure. The kitchen or the diner?

[striketwice]

[ It'll be their little secret. ]

Diner, probably. I've done enough work today, I'm not cooking jack.

[vecna]

I guess you’ve spoiled me enough for one day.

[With the portal!

Henry stands, ready to go.]

Let’s go, then.

[TO THE DINER]

[striketwice]

[ TO THE DINER. They will walk there, the old fashioned way. ]

[vecna]

[How boring.

But some small talk as they near:]

Oh, I've thought of something else I meant to ask you about. I heard you visited a certain cell block?

[striketwice]

Hm? You mean your buddies over in Basilisk? I did.

[vecna]

[Buddies? Plural? He actually laughs lightly at that. Don't be silly.]

Sprezzatura told me you thanked her. I was surprised to hear it.

[striketwice]

[ Buddy, then. Whatever. ]

My original intent was to figure out who lowered us and why. After that, well, it's not like I couldn't say thank you.

[vecna]

[He could have just asked Henry. He could have told him that it was probably Sprezzatura’s influence; but then again, how would Alec have known?]

I’ll have you know that your thank you was compared to mine, which was apparently lacking.

[so thanks for that!!]

What did she say, though?

[striketwice]

[ In fairness, Alec couldn't have been certain about the state Henry was in. The one time Alec brought up someone lowering them, Henry started throwing debris.

Besides, he wanted to hear any explanation straight from the source. ]

Oof. Couldn't even clear that low bar, huh?

[ He's probably selling himself a bit short, but "thank yous" have never been his forte. ]

A couple things. She didn't want a lich running around. She didn't want us to suffer for the "crime of not knowing anyone". She's an interesting character.

[vecna]

[Oh. He laughs again. Didn’t want a lich running around? Irony abounds.

But it’s fine, probably.]

Couldn’t even clear that low bar.

[But that’s about the usual push and pull between them.]

She’s a friend. One of the very few people here I can call that with any sincerity.

[UNAWARE OF HER MEETING HIS SHADOW AT THIS POINT, TOO, BUT THAT'S ALSO FINE]

[striketwice]

[ FAMOUS LAST WORDS(?) HENRY ]

Yeah? Guess it makes sense why she'd stick her neck out for you, then.

[ Sprezzatura didn't mention anything like friendship to him, but she didn't seem the type to want to monologue about it at all, let alone to a complete stranger. ]

[vecna]

I suppose so.

[Even if he didn’t take the news of being lowered very… kindly at the time.

They’ve reached the diner. In they go! The jukebox kicks on again, as it always does.]

To be honest, at the time, I wasn’t sure if we could rely on Basilisk. Not completely.

[striketwice]

Why not?

[ Said as he ducks back into the kitchen, instantly going to the fridge to see what there is to quickly heat up. ]

[vecna]

She’s pulled in too many directions at once. Too many connections across the prison, too many people to care about.

[He finds a seat at a booth.]

Exactly what made that game so hard for so many others.

[striketwice]

And you figured we wouldn't even be a blip on her radar, huh?

[ Rummage rummage. He comes up with a couple of sandwiches. If there's something like a panini press around, he's going to toast them up. Because apparently he's just Like This. ]

She told me something else, you know. Once Basilisk was in the same predicament as Unicorn, all brand new and stuck in a death game with no allies, no connections. She refused to see another team go through the same thing.

[vecna]

Exactly.

[Alec. He can deal with a normal sandwich, it’s okay honey.

But that sounds like Sprezzatura.]

I wouldn’t say that we have an awful lot of connections now, either. Unless a few of our other teammates have been busy.

[striketwice]

[ NO MICROWAVES IN THIS HOUSE. ]

I've got a friend on Sphinx now. Maybe. Beyond that... no idea what the others are up to.

[vecna]

[why are you like this. live in the upside down for seven years and you won’t be so picky about what you eat]

Oh? Who?