Viewing Party 2 - R3: THE RE-CRY-ENING

[misanthropicprinciple]

We got castmates. We got clues. We got crap to bitch about. They get a library? And a LAUNDRY MACHINE?

Welcome, murderfam... TO THE R3 LIVEWATCH.

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[cyan_maid]

...Shoot, I don't know. [She'll take a piece and eat it, chewing thoughtfully before nodding with a frown. Sorry, Grampa.] I think the butter is salted? That's where it comes from.

[She swallows, nods again.] By human standards...it's pretty awful. And it's worse that no one's figured it out or is even investigating it. Like everything is so very thorough that nobody considers "is it actually real" to be a question.

[misanthropicprinciple]

No, no, no, no. He is not me from another history. That's stupid! And he doesn't look that much like me!

[scourgingstars]

In my own defense, I never once claimed you looked similar as far as I recall.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Thank you.

[scourgingstars]

My argument was solely based on a striking need to default to sarcasm and being an all-around smartmouth.

Which is far more damning than a passable physical resemblance, isn't it.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Whose side are you on?!

[scourgingstars]

I can't believe they have a library.

[Looking thoroughly exhausted already, Ardyn poured himself a cup of coffee with a faint note of unsteadiness in what was meant to sound casual.]

And I can't believe he thinks I sound like that.

[this was important information amidst yesterday's nervous breakdown.]

[scourgingstars]

I have been asked this before and the answer is perpetually 'my own'.

[cyan_maid]

I can't believe they have a laundry room.

[She notes his choice, pushes some creamer and sugar his way. And the cookies. Take one, Ardyn.]

And I'm surprised you all think he sounds like Junpei. I can't hear it.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'm not a thirty-year-old man who won't eat vegetables.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Called from somewhere not here yet:] Thank you!

[scourgingstars]

[He shrugged, putting a relatively normal amount of sugar in his coffee. We can't all be Kip.] I must admit I don't hear it either. The similarity I drew was based on demeanor, that's all.

[people who don't have their internal JPN audio track enabled: ardyn]

[cyan_maid]

[I mean she's hearing English so]

[scourgingstars]

I also never once claimed he was well-adjusted.

[cyan_maid]

Demeanor, maybe...but you'd know better than me. I'd never seen Noctis before yesterday. He...came off more catlike than Junpei-like, actually.

[scourgingstars]

True enough, but give it a little time. They've a remarkable shared ability to flourish under pressure.

...And terrible predispositions for sarcasm. That might run in the family.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Maybe that's why he's more than half a foot shorter than you.

[scourgingstars]

Takes after his ancestor.

[h a]

Though I prefer your explanation.

[cyan_maid]

I picked up on that, too. The second thing.

[She gives him a little smile. It's friendly ribbing at most.]

Have a cookie, okay? They're lemon and herbs. Mister Ein said they were safe to eat.

[misanthropicprinciple]

My explanations are always better and are never contradicted by fact or hard science, ever. ...And just because I'm a smartass doesn't mean we're similar! Lots of people are smartasses.

[serrata]

Really.

[ she's doing her best not to laugh because now really isn't the time but really, Junpei. ]

I never said it was a bad thing, I just thought it was funny. Does it really bug you that much?

[serrata]

... no. If it didn't stop us then it... I know it won't stop him. I won't say something stupid like "everything's going to be fine" but at least now we actually know what's going on. That's more to work with than we had before.

[ she hovers anxiously for a moment, unsure of what to do and then

Is a hug good? You're getting a hug, King Dad ]

[scourgingstars]

[hugs are fine and something dad very much needs come here yuuri]

We'll figure something out.

[scourgingstars]

I'll have you know my sarcasm is carefully practiced and refined. It's an art form few truly master or appreciate.

[Joking around was leagues better than everything yesterday had been, at least. Ardyn picked up one of the cookies and took a bite, looking impressed.]

...Did you make these?

[cyan_maid]

[She nods, that smile of hers widening.]

An heiress to a baked goods empire should rightly know how to bake from scratch, shouldn't she? Even if there's no corporate empire to inherit anymore, that's no excuse to put a beloved skill to waste.