DAAN.

[tactic]

SOMETHING WILL GO HERE

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[recession]

Mm.

[ Is his neck tattoo typically visible? ]

Far be it from me to judge you for murder, in this environment...

What was it, again... the Interastral Peace Corporation? A little bit ironic of a name. Satisfied with your post?

[tactic]

Good memory.

[ It is visible! ]

... I made use of the resources it provided me. After recent events, where I stand now in my post remains to be seen.

[recession]

[ It ain't thoughtshare nor emotionshare anymore you don't get anything. ]

Sounds like you had some personal plans of your own.

[tactic]

[ OKAY COOL ]

Quick to catch on. Has your curiosity now been satisfied?

[recession]

No, but all in good time. It'll start feeling like an interrogation otherwise, right?

[tactic]

Having sat through my fair share of interrogations, this one feels like catching up with a friend.

[recession]

It's an offer, putting the ball back in your court. After all, I do recall you commenting on that in our first conversation too.

[tactic]

You remember quite a lot about our previous conversation. Either your memory is that good, or I left an impression.

[recession]

I like to think I remember quite a bit about certain people and first interactions.

Something I learned a lot about later, that first impressions are everything.

[tactic]

Yes, I do remember enjoying our time together that very first week.

[ Even if it feels like ages ago after everything that's happened. ]

[recession]

You walked out on me.

[ He's just ribbing on him for the sake of it he's not bothered. ]

[tactic]

It wasn't personal.

[ HE DIED. ]

I'm making up for it now.

[recession]

[ HE LITERALLY WALKED OUT AT THE REFECTORY IS WHAT HE MEANS you really said I will touch grass and got chained to the desk for two months. ]

Are you, now?

[tactic]

[ oh yeah that also happened hehe ]

Aren't I?

[ Holds up his drink glass and gives it a little shake, ice clinking around inside. ]

And you've gotten quite a bit of backstory out of me, too.

[recession]

And I stopped to give you a chance, but if you won't take it, then our chatter will keep being about you.

[tactic]

... I saw much about you that I shouldn't have witnessed freely, I think.

[ The cyoa, the execution, the bits and pieces he'd caught on screen or in reflections during his long weeks here. ]

Perhaps I've been treading a bit too carefully in the wake of all that's occurred for you.

[recession]

I would've assumed you had enough tact to not say anything too insensitive.

[ He always had that kind of impression about Aventurine, and working for wacky big corp that basically binds him 2.0 makes a lot of sense for it. ]

Suit yourself, really. The only other thing we've got to talk about is the situation though, and I think we've all collectively beat that dead horse into the dirt.

[tactic]

[ It's truly like. Knows about Daan's dead wife, the freaky cat thing, Camille, his eye injury keeps getting gouged into... ]

Tell me something about yourself, then. Something you haven't told many others before.

[recession]

Isn't that a bit broad? I've really got nothing that interesting to tell...

[ Well actually since memshare is perma-on, Aventurine can have this ig. ]

[tactic]

[ OH THIS AGAIN. He actually hates memshares so much, but this one... isn't that bad? It's actually quite interesting?

Once it's over, he looks to Daan with an inquisitive gaze. ]

... You're a good doctor. How much of yourself have you lost?

[recession]

...

[ The Baron... he buries complicated feelings regarding the man, his father-in-law, and faces the other present man. ]

What a question to ask, Mr. Aventurine. Would you like to hedge your bets on a guess?

[tactic]

And if I give you a guess as depressing as the answer of everything?

[ He's an all or nothing man, after all. ]

[recession]

[ He snorts softly. ]

Then I'm afraid you've lost the coin-flip. I had much to gain from learning how to become a doctor, actually.

I've... always had a certain talent for it, in a way. Inherent. Given to me due to my upbringing. But I grew less fond of it as I grew up.

You give up yourself to heal, the Baron had said, but there's not much to lose if you haven't got much that's "you" to begin with. I wasn't good for much of anything, just a little stone picked off the roadside, shined just enough to be presentable.

Learning the school of medicine, it was my choice for once.

[tactic]

[ He's quiet as he listens, attentive, a small smile on his face at hearing Daan relay his tale. It's not the hopeless version of events that he's so often come to expect during moments like these. ]

This is a coin-flip I'm glad to have lost, Mr. Daan.

[ And he's being entirely sincere. ]

You were an invaluable part of living side from what I could see, and even now, you continue your good services here. I think I speak for us all when I say that this choice you made has benefited us greatly.

[recession]

You're all very resourceful and had Mr. Greengrass over there, Mr. Nehan here otherwise. I'm sure you would have managed one way or another even if I hadn't been here.

Not that I'm going to knock being of use and of help. Glad that they came in handy, even if we all collectively agree it would've been better if we could just avoid getting hurt to begin with.