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Username/Display Name: un: antikythera/dn: 🍎 | un: figuerative/dn: Figue
Server Channel: #SOS
Time: Early morning

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Heyyyy guys, Ringo and Figue here. We’ve got news!

Figue
Unfortunate news. I’m very sorry, but Ringo and I tried to hack into the server in order to try and obtain some answers or at least tamper with the code to prevent things like Astarion’s post from pulling unauthorized photographs of the guests, but…

It seems to have… backfired.

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Yeah, so… Figue and I are kind of… stuck right now? Like. In the server. We have actual bodies so this shouldn’t even be possible, but you all know how “impossible” and “this hotel” go together.

Figue
It seems we’re unable to escape on our own without a specific word assigned to each of us being typed into the server. However, it’s considered to be “banned” and therefore we’re unable to tell you what those words actually are.

Additionally, the data itself is behaving abnormally. Please be careful.

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Anyway, we’re counting on you guys! Thanks in advance! 🙏
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ooc: So Figue and Ringo fucked around and found out! They snooped into the server and have now been sucked into said server. They’re stuck in there until someone types the “banned” word associated with each of them. Pls help.

Additionally, their hacking has temporarily ruined the server for everyone else a little. Per Squee, everyone will find that when they try to type into the server, they’ll end up spilling their true thoughts instead of whatever they were going to say. Their brain to fingers filter has been removed.

We can all play with this to whatever extent we want to! It’ll linger intermittently for a few days, and then taper off, and your character’s account can just be totally unaffected if you want them to be.

feel free to threadjack and use this post as a mingle for spilling-your-characters'-guts shaped shenanigans! Figue and Ringo will pop in here and there too. ♥

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Ohhhh, so it's like that, huh? Cool. Sounds good to me.

Well I can definitely say that you don't scare me at all. The fact that you'd put up a really good fight just makes you even more interesting, you know? I'd love to have a good spar sometime. We could do hand-to-hand.

As for some sick burns...

I save those for the people who deserve 'em.

Huh, you really think I don't deserve it, a wicked villain like me? I guess you'll find out when we go head-to-head. I'll hold you to it. so no hiding out on the web forever.

I assume that body of yours comes with some tricks up its sleeve, but I've only got the muscle and the raincheck on dying going for me. [That is a thought she didn't want to get out of her fingers, and she pivots the conversation afterward.] We'll see who comes out on top of it.

Go on and tell me some of the stuff you like about your sister, too. [She'll see if any rate-limits show themselves, just like she's planning to with Figue.]

I really, really think so. So you've got an uphill battle to change my mind.

[... Raincheck on dying? Odette pivots so quickly that Ringo's pretty sure it wasn't meant to be said. Which means she won't do her the disservice of asking about it now.]

Anyway, let's talk about some of this stuff later. I'm holding you to that too, okay?

But right, let's see... Figue...

She's the level-headed and calm one. She plays mission control when the rest of us are out on the field, and trust me, we'd be up a creek without her there. I appreciate her sensibility but honestly, she's not as logical as she tries to act, especially when it comes to

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It was worth a try.

haha, couldn't help yourself, could you? but we can cook with this, anyway.

Top down, level-headed stiffs usually get flustered when it comes to to big emotions, like showing affection or envy over an inferiority complex or protecting somebody.

Your sis seemed a little ruffled when I brought up the mistletoe situation, so I'm guessing she's no flirt and barking up that tree might be productive. And the two of you are just different enough to be alike, yeah? So I'm betting your words are more relatedn you can say, like if one's romantic the other's pragmatic.

[ There's a short pause. And then only one word. ]

Humanity.

[!!!]

YEAAAH take that, hotel server!!!

Thanks, Odette! You're the best. We're all good now, you figured out Figue's.

[And Figue, of course, knew Ringo's already. Cheater.]

We're good!

Don't mention it.

Guess you owe me drinks now.

Sure do! You don't have to twist my arm on that one.

Name the time and place and I'll be there. Figue too!

Figue too, huh? Figue know that?

Let's find some kinda hole in the wall, yeah? Gotta be something a little less polished round these parts even if it's hard to dig up. How much experience you got at the bar?

Eh. She'll find out when I drag her out with me for our drinks.

I'm pretty familiar. My teammates and I would chat over drinks at the bar all the time.

So you can hit me with anything.

Whew. After just a month? You're a regular regular, then, getting so acquainted with booze so quick. Maybe I should let you order for me, see if you can pick out something that'll blow my mind.

[It's playful, but like so many things that Odette teases, it might be difficult to discern or locate the true pulse behind what she's saying and why. Does she want to see Ringo's intuition at work? Does she want a better understanding of how well she thinks she knows her? Is she just batting at a playful string?]

[Hmmmm. Ringo's not so sure she's up to that task, given that the sensation of taste is still pretty new to her. But she's not the sort to back down from a challenge, and it honestly sounds pretty fun.

Even if she fails, at least Odette will have had a good time, right?]

You've got yourself a deal. When we go out for drinks, I'll pick something out for you. Better prepare yourself!

[Heh, look at that.]

Think you really are more alike than you're different.

Let's hope this stops the other shit too, huh?

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