video from sleeper 1, Fiddlesticks Day 12

[enthunder]

Hey. Dunno if anyone was waiting to see how stupid the 'random clothes' option was before trying it, but I finally spent points on new clothes. So, here's a review... I guess.

[ She rummages next to the ICP, and holds up an ornate jacket, a black dress printed with red rose petals and a pile of wool and linen that she can't quite sort out in time for the camera before she gives up and puts it down again. ]

In short, they're not bad. Not great for missions, but they're, [ She lifts her hands to do airquotes ] 'not to be worn on official Voidtrecker business' anyway. It's fifteen points for an outfit, though... so, maybe see the spider instead if you're low.

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[enthunder]

[ She huffs out another laugh. It's not entirely pleasant, as far as sounds go, but it's closer to their previous mood. ]

Right. Cosmos is the goddess of harmony. Chaos is the god of discord. We fight, and whichever side comes out the loser get purged-- lose their memories. Then you do the whole thing over again... Until one of the gods falls, I guess.

Think you'll remember that?

[blitzcheer]

[ ... ]

Yeah, I got it. [ Except whatever mild pleasantry had been gain is lost as Tidus recognises what doing it all over means. ...what he'd not like it to mean, but for as easy as he'd like to ignore it- ]

You got any idea how long it's been going on for?

[ He aims for casual, for being indirect. Mentally steeling himself for whatever's to be said.

If there was anything mentioned about repeats in this bizarre war Yuna, Lightning, and his old man got dragged in, then--that was a part he hadn't remembered. ]

[enthunder]

[ Yeah. She guesses that wasn't the best direction to take this in. ]

We were on the twelfth cycle... that she remembered. Cosmos hadn't been doing great on the 'winning' front for a while. Don't know how many of those we'd been involved in.

[ She glances around, and seems to startle. ]

Right, you want to talk more, we can take this off the ICPs.

[blitzcheer]

[ Twelve. A potential twelve, a one too many. It's an ugly sudden weight on the entirety of him, and when Lightning startles and cares about discretion, Tidus is a second slower to engage. But there's an escape there, too--an escape he can be thankful for later. ]

No, it's fine-! You came here to talk about your clothes, didn't you? I dragged you into this.

[ Tone apologetic, his hands lift into view of the screen. ]

Sorry. They looked good, by the way! Hope you get the occasion to wear them all. [ And he pulls his mouth out of its pursed state, aiming for something lifting. ]

We just got done with a mission. Let's save it for another day. [ The ends of his mouth tug. ] Enjoy yourself!