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[alltoblame]

[The location that the feed broadcasts from might be recognizable to anyone familiar with Lust's cottage. Ed has the gear set down so that he's visible stretched out with the head of an Arcanine on his chest, neither one of them look very happy but he seems to be trying to keep his expression - and tone, when he speaks - neutral. For a moment the broadcast doesn't seem intentional, but then the hand stroking the large dog Pokemon pauses before he finally addresses the 'Gear with a scowl, seemingly caught between anger and grief.]

When your friend's Pokemon show up in your PC it's because they left, right? That means Cissnei's gone.

[Just in case anyone else needed to know.]

I've been here a year now, no one I really knew left before.

[That last part is muttered more to himself as he leans over to shut off the feed.]

I knew it happened, but-

[He doesn't add that it had never happened to him, all his time being here he's never lost anyone he was actually close to and now that he has he's dealing with it - poorly.]

If she found a way out of this place she should have told me. Now what am I supposed to do?

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[exeggutorhead]

[Envy always does seem to show up exactly where it's the least convenient for him to be. Call it a talent.]

Yeah. Henry. He was here almost as long as me.

Now he's got to go fight a...killer ghost. Man. Who trapped him in his apartment. There were...magic holes? And killer wheelchairs? Something happened with chocolate milk.

[Envy trails off, squinting into the middle distance again, brow furrowed as he tries to remember all that Henry had actually told him about what was going on back in that apartment. Easier said than done, considering how little sense most of it had made. After a minute, he seems to remember there was a conversation happening.]

The ghost man went back too. But Henry'll win.

[Another lengthy pause.]

He was my best friend.

[And if Envy had not spent the past week finishing off the remainder of said best friend's homemade Persim zest stash "in his honor"...or at least as a good way not to have to think too much, it's not likely he'd have said that to most anyone, much less Ed. But right now, all bets are off.]

[He narrows his eyes and jabs a finger at the screen, tone swiftly getting very emphatic.]

But I remember him. So it's not pointless. That's what...what you do here.

You break some shit and kick trees and you don't forget anyone.

[SOMEONE'S PROJECTING.]

[alltoblame]

[Almost as long? That thought almost distracts him from whatever the hell Envy's going on about, apartments and killer wheelchairs - but in typical Ed fashion one word grabs his attention.]

wait- what? Chocolate milk...?

[Envy, what the shit are you talking about. Whatever, that's not important. Ed's not high like Envy, but he's just sulky enough to be considerably mellowed himself, so there is a sincerity to his tone in all his grief.]

I'm sorry.

[Later, he might think about the implications of Envy having had a best friend that was around that long, and now said best friend is gone. He might consider what that will do for Envy's mood and potentially how he treats Ed going forward, for now, there was too much else to think about.]

I take it kicking trees and breaking shit is in your immediate future then.

[It's a fairly innocent quip, but a tease nonetheless, because this was too freakishly straightforward for him. He's just so ... not sure .... what to make of this. Softer, as if in afterthought:]

I'm not planning to forget any time soon.

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy's brow furrows again, because...yeah, even high, god this is weird. This is a weird interaction.]

[But he can't really seem to make himself care enough not to be straightforward.]

Yes.

I'm going to the junkyard to smash old TVs. Trees aren't as good when you can't kick them in half.

Later. When I'm out of this...berry zest. That was Henry's too.

[So there's...some kind of explanation for you Ed. He huffs in a way that's almost more normal.]

Better not...if she shows up later she'll be pissed if you forgot.

Probably. I don't know who she was.

[alltoblame]

You're right, she would.

[Ed wasn't entirely sure that was true either, but it was the narrative he was going with for the time being. Regardless, something else Envy said had caught his attention.]

... There's a junkyard here?

[exeggutorhead]

[There's a long pause. Envy seems really honestly confused by the question, which in this state...yeah, give him a minute.]

...where else would all the junk go?

[alltoblame]

Guess I didn't think about it. We don't die here, you can't expect me to apply logic to this place.

[exeggutorhead]

True.

This place is really weird.

But people's stuff still turns into trash and gets thrown away so at least there's that to hold onto.

[In a world of resurrection from the dead and firebreathing dogs the size of a truck at least there's still garbage.]

And some people die. Edmund is a dead guy.

From fifty years ago.

[Is he going to explain who Edmund is NOPE DOESN'T SEEM LIKE HE THINKS HE NEEDS TO.]

[alltoblame]

[It would be amusing that 'there's that to hold onto' is a logical leap for both of them right now, if either of them noticed.]

Who's Edmund?

[More importantly:]

I think the fact that some die while others don't is even weirder.

[Don't you, Envy? Garbage can't save them from that. Especially when there's SENTIENT GARBAGE RUNNING AROUND.]

[exeggutorhead]

Oh, Edmund’s a Yamask. He’s around…somewhere in the house, I dunno.

He was a librarian…fifty years ago or something. Native. He possessed me by accident and stuck around after.

He can write if you want to talk to him about it.

[Some of his words have caught up with him, as well as the comment about weirdness, and he sinks into another spell of what seems to be deep thought.]

Maybe…that’s it? Only people who are from here can die?

Ugh.

All these questions. Never satisfied with things just being the way they are.

[Envy flops dramatically backwards on the bed like a teenage girl, taking the ‘Gear with him and holding it above his head.]

Why’s…everyone gotta be like Lust? All phil…philosophy about life all the time.