week three | dates

[showhost]

You worked up your courage and asked someone out on a date! Good job!





Now you have to hope the producers are kind re: where they send you.

Comments

[singurarity]

That's exactly it. So I don't blame Josuke for thinking I'm a threat.

... That's also why I didn't want anyone to go back with me. I don't want them to have to go through something like that. Especially if they wouldn't ever be in a position like that anyway.

[ It's bad enough to have done it five times over. ]

[ohwoe]

[She cannot imagine what it's like. As strange as her own life is compared to many others, she's never... been in that position.

That said, her mind hasn't been changed about one thing in particular:]

Remember what I said? About me finding the time to assist you? Regardless of how this game pans out, I see no reason to retract that, even now.

[singurarity]

Wednesday...

[ She sighs, with a huff. ]

Josuke and I are trying to figure out a way to ensure the people in the last Lostbelt will survive. So if that works, then yeah.

[ But the elevator doors are opening now. ]

[ohwoe]

And if it doesn't? Because there's a chance it won't?

[Her realism (cynicism) always comes out on top. Still, she steps into the elevator. There's a smiling elevator operator there, seated next to a lever. He beckons them in further with a greeting, telling them to sit down on the opposite little bench nearby.]

I'll be there.

[singurarity]

That's a lot of people who'd be dying.

[ Like. A Lot.

But she also sits down and the elevator gets going! ]

[ohwoe]

[It whirrs as it starts heading upwards, lights flickering spookily. Wednesday merely sits and folds her hands in her lap.]

It's not ideal. It's not what I would wish for you.

[singurarity]

I wouldn't wish it for you or anyone, either.