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[violetlies]

Helloooooooooo, fellow time-displaced/world-displaced comrades! Let's break in this little network of ours, shall we?

My name is Kokichi Oma. I'm also known as the Ultimate Supreme Leader, buuuuuut you can just call me Kokichi. 19/M, originally from Japan, but I was in a little place called Trench before this. That place kinda sucked, so this is more or less a new start.

Let's go ahead and toss out some intros since we're all here now! Feel free to introduce yourself, and for flavor, include a few fun facts....and to liven things up, I've tossed in a surprise!

HOT OR NOT ON A SCALE OF 1 TO 10, 1 IS NOT, 10 IS HOT!

After all, we're supposed to be building connections here, riiiiight?



Here is yours truly. I wanna see some real big 10 outta 10s, 'kaaaaaay?

Let's! GO!!!

Comments

[noarchitact]

[ . . . ]

[ a few minutes go by...
and then suddenly he shoots up. ]

[ everything spins, the colors swirling together in a unsightly blur, one that reminds him of some horrid piece of art alhaitham would probably hang in their home. ] ...No you're crooked. [ he crinkles his face, waving a hand out in front of him. ]

1/3

[outofoffice]

[ oh my god??????????????? He's killed a man ]

[outofoffice]

[ ............................... ]

[outofoffice]

[ Reaches up and gently flicks him on the forehead

Just to see if he topples and eats shit

Science ]

[noarchitact]

[ his center of balance is completely fucked,
so he does stumble... but by some miracle he doesn't fall. ]

I think somebody must have spiked my drink. [ he brings a hand to his face, giving it a shake. ] That was stronger than it should have been. [ maybe he shouldn't have drank it so fast. ]

[outofoffice]

[ IMPRESSIVE. Venti even golf claps. ]

Does this, ah . . . how should I put this . . .

Does this usually happen to you when you have one drink?

[ furi: are you actually this pathetic ]

[noarchitact]

No. [ defensive, absolutely. ] I don't drink that fast normally. It just, it, it just hit me hard. [ he waves a hand to try to play it off. he's fine! he's not that drunk. ]

[outofoffice]

I see, I see.

[ Venti wraps a commiserating arm around his shoulder and pats, there there. ]

You know what will help?

[ SLIDES HIM ANOTHER DRINK ]

[noarchitact]

[ against his better judgement he reaches for the drink. ] A nice walk? [ he says, still taking it in hand and going for a sip. who is he to let good wine go to waste? ]

[outofoffice]

Walking around might go poorly for you right now.

[ But drinking more will be fine, of course! ]

Actually, speaking of that . . . do you have an emergency contact or something?

[ In case this guy actually does just

Perish ]

[noarchitact]

But the fresh air, it might, y'know, [ rolls his wrist as his brain tries to crank out an answer. ] do me some good. [ grabs venti's wrist. er, wait, no not that one. the other one. his vision is swirling just a bit, so he gropes at the air a few times before finally making contact. ]

Alhaitham. Except he probably wouldn't even come. tch. He's got his nose in a book, I'm sure. [ grumbles. ] If you told him to come get me I bet, I bet he'd leave you on read.

[outofoffice]

[ Gently just . . . moves his wrist into Kaveh's hand. Helping. ]

This Alhaitham doesn't sound like much of an emergency contact . . .

[noarchitact]

But he, he's my roommate. Just, ah, don't tell him I'm drunk. [ then he'll purposely *not* show up, probably. ] Wait, no, I'm not drunk. [ huffs. ] Look, we're going outside. [ he twists his wrist to take venti's hand, so he can lead him out!! may as well grab the bottle for the road. ]

[outofoffice]

[ Venti allows himself to be dragged out, largely because Kaveh remembered to bring the bottle

omg they were roommates ]

What happens if I tell him you're drunk?

[noarchitact]

Why would you even think that!? [ venti, no, don't tell him. ]

[outofoffice]

. . .

[ Plucks Kaveh's phone out of his pocket

Time to text Alhaitham ]

[noarchitact]

[ kaveh is not coordinated enough to do anything about that. he does try to distract venti by attempting to shove the bottle of wine into his hands. here! take this!! ]

[outofoffice]

[ The bottle of wine starts floating in midair, how convenient!

Meanwhile Venti is scrolling through conversations until he finds the one that must be Alhaitham . . .

Typing and sending: ]

i need hel/p

[rudementary]

It's spelled:

h e l p

[outofoffice]

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