greatvalue | catch-all: date.

[Welcome to the void, Date... Hunter is here, face looking kind of blotchy, but he's not alone! There is a little red cardinal wearing a tiny party hat perched on his shoulder. What's the bird doing there? He's just chilling.

It almost sounds like they're having a conversation, with Hunter mumbling and the bird chirping in response every now and then. This is probably normal pet owner behavior.]

[ hey how's the kid doing after a night of drinking and partying?

better or worse than date, who is making a dent in the chair he's sat in from not moving for so long, one hand around a cup of shitty mcnaldos coffee and the other around what looks like an equally shitty breakfast sandwich? ]

[ throws dart.

they're in the costume shop! which, wow, it sure is full of sexy things. it looks like date came here to try and see what sort of delights this place had to offer.

but instead, he's just holding up a comically large snake and squinting at the image of the model wearing it. ]

... No, it definitely ruins the whole image. I'm a professional; if you can't focus on the naked chick under the giant comedy snake then the giant comedy snake is way too much.

[ hi hunter (alive) ]

[ there it goes agaaaiiiinnn. ]

I figured it was going to happen again when we got locked in, but...

[ OOF. ]

[ please i need them to play oar-pong.

date is over at the ping pong table. he's in one of the bad, slightly uncomfy robes because he's keeping to the theme dammit, and he's clearly just had a hot spring soak. but for now, he's squinting very hard at the ping pong table instead. ]

How are you meant to play this without the paddles?

[HELP... OUR BABY... Anyway, welcome to the void. They are running into each other here. Hunter is stomping around obnoxiously because he is angy and trying to zoom the fuck in on that shattered glass picture. Who the fuck did this.]

[ puts them straight in in the memory hole.

date is just sat cross legged on the ground, not looking at the screen like he can out stubborn it until it gives up before he does. ]

So this is just how it's going to be this week, huh?

[ i flipped a coin and got the food court, so date can be found eating fries near the mcnaldos. what's up? ]

[WHICH BAR IS THIS, EVEN... They're here, anyway. And if Date is sitting, then Hunter will plop down nearby.]

I guess we ran out of idiots who'd be willing to murder, so now hell's making their own.

[He's peering up at the see-saw with an extremely annoyed look on his face.]

... I didn't think it was possible after the circus, but I think I found my new least favorite place in hell.

[Food court again. Hunter has a cup of coffee and some kind of... fried... orb things in front of him, totally untouched. His hair is still wet, but he's changed into dry set of clothes and now he's mostly just watching Flapjack tear into a piece of bread, looking a little sad.

What's up, Date?]

[ void.

as such, date is just sprawled on the floor with his eyes closed. he's absolutely dozing, right after the brutal murder of our feral pet cat. ]

[Whenever Date swings by the Home Biome, he will find Hunter already inside. Furthermore, it seems like the biome has taken the shape of... a basement? A washing machine and dryer are pushed against the wall next to the door, and a random assortment of items and trinkets has been piled against the wall opposite to the stair case.

Hunter glances at him from where he's sitting on the couch, and then turns his attention back to the bird cage.]

We're in some kind of illusion.

[ i'm exhausted.

anyway, void. ]

Hunter?

[ HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

they're in the void. date is just sat there, honestly. ]

[They are (throws dart) in front of the still unopened supply closets. Hunter is probably no longer a tiny furry unless you want him to be.]

I wonder what's inside...

Edited 2023-03-20 23:40 (UTC)

[ i'm not gonna lie

he's probably pouring booze into a mug of something. what's up hunter? ]

[ hiii hunter. ]

Well. One out of two ain't bad.

[ mephisto RUINING their streak. ]

Edited 2023-03-24 22:42 (UTC)

[They are in A Bar. Hunter slides into the seat next to him, tiredly.]

... Less than a week 'til the party now.

[ what's up hunter, date is exploring the mean streets of hell's capital, apparently. ]

I've gotta admit, this is not what I was expecting.

week zero, sunday.

w0, thursday

w1, monday

w1, friday

w2, wednesday - post mini-event

week two, friday.

w3, monday