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Who: Slick and Yuri (+ anyone else wanting to backdate Allenparty shenanigans)
When: Day 24, early afternoon (backdated)
Where: Ticky's room
What: 8D;

[SO GOOD DECISIONS WERE MADE, and shortly after noon, Allen leaves Ticky's room with no doubt good intentions.

Slick stays behind and soaks in his own blood

FUN TIMES]

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Have you found a place to stay yet?

[tenses up considerably]

I—was . . .

...really?

[angrily, all in a rush]

I was staying with Link but now we don't know where he is—!

[oh boy]

Dex 2? The one not from the caves?

Yes!

You're sure he's missing?

Well I can't find him! I was looking—and nobody else has seen him, the other Link hasn't—

[shrug]

It happens. There was a pink haired girl here with us at the start who's been gone since the first day or two.

I can't just dismiss it like that!

Then let me explain how it works. You can go out and kill and tear up and explore and hope you eventually find him. You can do it every day, since the annoying goddess will heal you, and you can go back out without injury. But you still have to rest every day, or you'll become annoying, and I'll rip out your kneecaps to make you less so.

You'll do no such thing—

Yes I will. And you should thank me, since if this escapade has proved anything it's that reviving the dead is a nuisance.

I'm not thanking you for anything!

Even so. That's how it is.

But—

Anything else is just being stupid. And once again you'll drive the people around you to misery because you can only focus on accomplishing one thing at a time.

I never—. . . what do you—. . .!

[siigh]

Haven't we had this conversation before? Well, it's not what I meant at the time, but unsurprisingly there's more do your destructive habits than just the monsters living inside of you.

. . .

If you die, if you work yourself to the bone, if you fall apart because you can't deal with having lost someone, then everyone who cares for you loses you. I know you like to consider yourself the only expendable person in existence. But it's not quiet as neat as that.

Furthermore, if you do die being reckless, that won't simply be the end of it. It will be one of your friends going mad and tearing down everything he cares for to pay off your debt.

[can't . . . quite hide the flicker of disbelief, there]

Really? Were you always this stupid?

No! —I'm not! You're right, of course you're right, I'm not going to do anything reckless . . .

[sure]

Maybe I should give you better incentive.