[.002 → video (action possible for Lust's cottage)]

[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?

Comments

[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.