boothill / allstarz

[refractures]

this man gets censored like the david statue in dubai

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w0 monday

[refractures]

[ Hi, we are in the basement hallways/trash room. Seodore is looking at the stone paneling, at the letters BE and WA.

... ]

Be... ware?

[shirtbag]

Gotta be, right? Fits into the missin' hangman letters.

[ points to hangman ]

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[ Seodore looks over at the failed hangman and tilts his head. ]

They really got frustrated towards the end, didn't they?

[ that crossed out "fuck" ]

[shirtbag]

[ boothill is staring really hard at the crossed out words. ]

O-kay. So that's a L... Z... F...

[ he is reading the letters out slowly..... ]

How many letters in the word "Trash"?

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[ Seodore is actually patient as he waits for Boothill to finish reading and processing. ]

Trash has five letters, and none of them are crossed out. T, R, A, S, H. It would fit the second word! The third word has eight letters and it doesn't have the letters L, Z, F, U, C, and K.

[shirtbag]

[ 🥺 ]

Trash would make sense then, huh? But that last word....

[ eight letters is a lot 🥹 ]

Any ideas?

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The words that come to mind off the top of my head are "database" and "everyone" that would even remotely make sense if the first two words are "beware trash". A warning of some sorts?

[shirtbag]

Beware Trash Database...

[ snorts.... ]

Keepin' inventory of trash, huh? Somehow it don't feel right. Ain't "compactor," is it? What about "Machine"?

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They both have C in them, so it wouldn't work.

[ He looks thoughtful again. ]

"Beware trash"... Additive?

[ ... ]

Never mind. I don't like what that implies.

w3 monday

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[ location void or you choose but boothill is blasted with memory 1 (ends at 7:35) and memory 2 (ends at 8:40).

Yippee! ]

[shirtbag]

[ it's location void time

wherever seo is, probably turned away and smoking(?), boothill turns to face him. he's a little disoriented but still in the glow of the happy little life he saw moments ago despite the chilly blackness that followed it.

he's gauging if seo had seen the same memory, if he had any reactions to it. he's also looking at his earrings. he says quietly, his voice a low and careful rasp: ]

... That was one long earring he had, from what I saw.

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[ Seo is quiet, but he did see the same memory. He blows out smoke away from Boothill. ]

They were, yes.

[ His now! ]

[shirtbag]

[ boothill will come to wherever he is and lean on the nearest railing or table...... wherever they are ]

You end up tying the knot?

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Yes, we got married.

[ He breathes out some more smoke while also leaning on the nearest railing. ]

He is... my one and only.

[shirtbag]

[ he briefly smiles. ]

And you've lived a long time, haven't ya? That's a while to only have one beau.

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I can't imagine loving anyone else in the same way I did for him.

[ Seodore's oneitis... ]

And that's a promise.

[shirtbag]

That's awful sweet. Must be hard on ya too, I imagine.

W3 SATURDAY

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[ i am fake british time so it's well past my bedtime... i'll leave this here early

after the trial, Boothill and Seodore get together and as if on cue, a memory, another one, and seo being dramatic by saying it was a curse lmao

He's so ready for that drink now. ]

[shirtbag]

[ well. boothill brought them to the speakeasy again and had some shots lined up already. and THIS IS SO MUCH. WELT YANG KILLED BY BLACK FRIDAY SHOPPERS. THAT CHIHUAHUA

boothill just stands there with the bottle and the shotglass ]

Holy forkin' shirtballs.

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[ Wenis is always too much for anyone. Seo looks at Boothill just standing there and reaches his hands out to take them if he's not going to set them down.

Seo really killed someone who reminded him of his husband over a beanie baby. Wow. Amazing what cyoa mindwipe can do to you

Anyway, he really really hates this memory (which one? yeah) and it shows on his face. ]

[shirtbag]

[ no, as soon as seo reaches up, boothill sets the glasses down and starts pouring. ]

I know that guy.

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[ Good. Who knows what could have happened... maybe it would have been shattered. But he regains his calm eventually. ]

Your world?

[shirtbag]

[ he nods and slides the glass over. ]

Universe, more like. He's part of the Astral Express, followin' the Path of the Trailblaze.

You two close?

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No.

[ He says immediately. ]

... He just reminds me of something unfortunate.

[ He oneshots the drink. ]

[shirtbag]

[ takes his shot ]

Mm. Should I ask?