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ONE: SPAM IS MEANT FOR A CAN You awoke today to find a private message in your inbox full of glitchy text from an unreadable username. It doesn't seem to be from @ADMIN, and it's doubtful that any of your fellow unfortunate survivalists have the ability to send a bunch of garbage text from a dummy username. Any attempts to contact the sender of the message only yield silence.
Perhaps your friends on the network will have a better idea of what's going on.
TWO: DING DONG PING PONG You found an app on an SD card that lets you play a game--the app simply refers to it as "game," but those who are familiar with Earth's gaming history will recognize it as Pong. The graphics have been updated, but the mechanics are as simple as ever. Just bounce the ball back and forth and try to hit it past your opponent. This version lets you play with a friend over the network and supports chat simultaneously, so you can video or voice chat while playing with someone!
Or you can use text, but that would probably be inconvenient while you're trying to play.
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THREE: BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE The blizzard has been raging worse than usual for nearly a week now, making travel incredibly dangerous. You and your travelling companion have been stuck in the same house since the weather went out of control, and it's starting to have an effect. While you've not yet succumb to the dangerous fugue that would lead you out into the snow, cabin fever is definitely starting to set in for you...and whoever you're stuck with.
As long as you keep telling yourself the eyes on the walls aren't real. You're the only one who can see them, after all.
FOUR: A TENT-ATIVE FRIENDSHIP Everything has locked down for the night, and it looks like you're trapped outside. This almost certainly means death, but maybe you don't have to take it lying down. You walk for a while, and--what's that? Through the snow, the light of your tablet faintly illuminates the shape of a tent. It seems someone else is stuck out here, too, but they've been luckier in their searches than you.
Time to go see if they'll take pity on you for the night. You probably don't have much longer otherwise...
[Personal space is another luxury that Tifa has given up on in Norfinbury, because staying warm at night is much more important. But Cloud hasn't been back long, and he doesn't remember anything from before, so... It makes sense for him to keep his distance still. She doesn't move any closer.
That last comment makes her pause, though, her smile fading a little. She's wondered the same thing herself, or how things would have gone if he hadn't been so secretive about his identity when he returned. She hums thoughtfully, picking absently at a loose thread on her glove.]
I don't know.
[If he hadn't left, and he'd never called her out to the well... She wonders if they ever would have become friends at all. Tifa had been so caught up in her own friends and family that she'd never thought of approaching him herself, as much as she regrets that now. But then, who knows if that would have changed anything in the end at all. If Sephiroth had still destroyed Nibelheim, and Shinra had covered it up regardless...]
Do you... wish you would have stayed?
And he was okay with the situation never being brought up again and look how that turned out
[Such a loaded question with so many equally loaded answers. So many what if's and possibly scenarios, each already having been thought out to every one of their possible conclusions.
If he had stayed, would things still have gone the same way? Would he and Tifa have been killed right along with everyone else? Would Shin-ra have never come to their little town at all? Would they have grown up apart, never knowing each other's friendship?
Things had turned out as they had for a reason. Perhaps it was so they could become friends. Perhaps it was so he could meet Zack, or Aerith. Maybe it was because, no matter what individual path they had each traveled down, the fate of the planet would have eventually landed in their hands.]
No. [His voice is louder than before, even as he glances over his shoulder at some imagined figment - of the past or of his own mind, it's getting more and more difficult to tell.] Things happened like they did for a reason.
[Even if a lot of horrible things have happened, and even if she has more regrets than she can count, if changing all of it meant giving up the family she found in AVALANCHE... She's not sure she'd go back. That's probably incredibly selfish of her, but she can't help feeling that way. She nods in response, although there's obvious concern in her expression when he glances back again. Once again, she's trying to ignore that spine tingling feeling of being watched.]
There were good parts too, weren't there?
Don't you crush all of his hopes and dreams Tifa how dare you.
Occasionally, yes, even he would have to admit that there had been good times. Unfortunately, they fell far short of out weighing the bad, which seemed to be an almost constant. Even when the planet had finally seemed to be at rest, things hadn't remained peaceful for as long as everyone might have hoped.
But, in that moment, even if it was only for her sake, he was willing to pretend there had been more good than bad.]
I found all of you. [That was, above and beyond everything else, the absolute best part that had come from everything that had happened.]
[She's surprised when he answers so candidly, and even though it gets a genuine grin out of her, she ducks her head a little, tucking her hair behind her ear.]
I'm so glad you came back.
[Is she talking about Norfinbury or Midgar? She's not really sure, herself. Probably both. And while she'd prefer that he not be stuck in this awful place at all, he's not dead. It's the lesser of two evils, at least. Still, it's kind of an awkward thing to talk about, the fact that he'd died and then mysteriously revived, so she busies herself with reaching for her pack, tugging out the curtain they've been using as a makeshift blanket.]
Are you cold?
[The fire is helping, but it can only do so much.]
They dream about having friends who are not assholes.
[There's a quick spark of curiosity, of wonder at exactly which instance she means. When he returned to Midgar after taking his unfortunate swim in the Lifestream? When he had finally learned that he didn't have to carry the weight of the entire world on his shoulders alone?
But then it passes, fading into the background, hidden by all of the imaginary shadows that are somehow all out to get him at once.]
I'm alright. [A small lie. The chill was starting to set in, despite the radiating warmth from the fire. But her comfort and well being were more important - far more so than his own.] You try and rest. I'll keep the fire going.
[She shakes her head, spreading the curtain over both of their laps. It would be warmer if she scooted closer and wrapped it around both of them, but she's afraid of invading his personal space and making him uncomfortable, so this will have to do. As for rest... She doesn't think that's going to happen. Tifa has been having a hard time sleeping ever since she arrived in Norfinbury, and cabin fever is making it worse. She's far too jumpy to sleep.]
[A small smile crosses his features at the movement, and although the curtain doesn't provide the greatest warmth or comfort, it's far better than having nothing at all. Shifting, he brings himself closer to her, invading her personal space for the first time (on this particular day, at least. It's an almost certainty that it's happened before. Him waking up cuddled into her, having done so in his sleep without thinking. Them seeking out each other's warmth when their supplies began to dwindle and even fire wood had to be rationed.)]
Alright. [He would rather she at least try to rest, to give her mind a break from the near constant onslaught of paranoia and suffering that had set in upon them. But he also knew better than to push the subject. Once Tifa set her mind on something, nothing could change it.]
[She glances over when he scoots closer, shooting him a shy little smile. Admittedly, cuddling up for warmth is a little different when you have a massive gross crush on the person you're stuck with but whatever. Don't be a loser, Tifa.
It's sweet that he's looking out for her, even if she's certain at this point that she's not going to be able to relax fully until they can get out of this house. They'll just have to get through it together, like they have everything else. She leans over, her shoulder bumping into his lightly before she reaches out to tuck the curtain around him more securely.]
Are you hungry?
[They might be running low on food, but they still need to eat, and she has a feeling he might hold off to make their rations stretch unless she convinces him otherwise.]
[While he's likely aware of the massive gross crush, he just as unlikely aware of how awkward it makes things. It was absolutely freezing and no matter how much kindling he placed on the fire, no matter how many layers they had managed to acquire, nothing fully took the chill away. Cuddling seemed like the next best option, especially at night when they were attempting to sleep and didn't have the option of movement to keep them warm.
A soft sound of amusement emits from his throat at the shoulder bump, returning it with one of his own. As long as they had each other - as long as he could always manage to reassure her when she needed it most and she could always help him find the strength he sometimes lost - then they would alright. They had gotten through worse, after all.]
I'm al... [right. But he wasn't. He was so far from alright he wasn't even sure he could fool himself of it anymore. For him, it was far more important that she was taken care of, that she made it through this experience as unscathed as possible. Even if that meant bringing more harm onto himself.
But he couldn't be there to protect her, to reassure her if he starved to death, could he?] A little. [See, he's learning Tifa.]
[Cloud gets a broad smile in return for his honesty. Progress! And really, he has to know by now that lying so she won't worry only worries her more, right?
Tifa is certain that they're going to remain cold and miserable and exhausted for the foreseeable future, and even if they've been living off of processed and frozen food, it's something. This time, she tugs her pack closer rather than leaning away from him to reach for it. It might just be slight shoulder to shoulder contact, but it's still nice, and Tifa isn't willing to give it up just yet. Humming thoughtfully, she digs in the pack until she pulls out two packets of food and holds them up for him, feigning interest. Chips or beef jerky, Cloud. Take your pick!]
For the briefest of moments he really does begin to contemplate the merits of simply starving to death. It couldn't possibly be as painful as it sounded.
But he once more decides against it, the decision based on a mixture of not wanting to let anyone else suffer because of him and his failings and not wanting to have to endure the lecture that likely would have come once he revived.]
Better than yesterday. [At the very least it wasn't another can of poorly made and heated soup. And maybe if they were both optimistic and bright enough about it, it wouldn't seem quite so bad. Or stale.] We're share them. [If he has to eat stale cold potato chips so do you Tifa.]
[So his obsession with protecting her doesn't extend to protecting her from awful food?
Lame.
But, hey. If it gets him to eat, she'll even pick the stalest ones out of the bag for him.]
Hmm. Is it better?
[At least the soup seemed more like a meal than junk food. Regardless, she shoots him a grin to show him she's just teasing before she tears the bag in half, creating a makeshift plate which she places in front of them. As for the jerky... Somehow, that's more intimidating, so she sets it off to the side for now. Annnd... Time to dig in! She'll be brave and eat the first chip, just for him.
[Considering it's she either eats the terrible food or starves to death, he's considering the first option the lesser of the two evils.
Don't you try and rain on his strange optimism, Tifa. Maybe, if he believes hard enough, the food won't taste quite so bad. Maybe, if he pictures a baked potato, steaming and warm and loaded with butter, somehow, the chips will actually taste like one instead of cardboard.
Until he tries one, and he has to force himself to actually chew it and not automatically spit it out. Somehow, it manages to taste like moldy bread while still feeling like sandpaper against his tongue. That jerky is definitely starting to look more and more appetizing.]
We've had worse. [But this still ranks up there pretty high.]
[Okay, okay! If he prefers fake optimism over joking she'll go with it.]
You're right.
[That jerky is also going to smell terrible. She's sucking it up and eating the chips, though, although it's clear she's not exactly relishing the experience. She's barely even chewing the things.
It's about three or four chips in that she finally gives up and grabs her water bottle. Kunsel is absolutely certain that taking water from the toilet tank is safe, but Tifa isn't enthralled with that plan, so she's been trying to drink as little as possible. At this point, though, she doesn't think she's going to get through this meal without something to wash down the grossness. At least the salt on the chips masks the flavor a little. Kind of?
So, a swig from that bottle is definitely happening. Or two.]
Remember that store with all the fresh food? Maybe we should head there once this lets up.
[They haven't even had a chance to go there yet, and man, what she wouldn't do for an apple right now.]
[Three. Four. Five. He's counting each and every chip down in his head, desperately trying to decide on what would be an appropriate and reasonable number at which to stop forcing himself to eat the putrid things -
- Only to land squarely on six, because he's relatively sure chips are not supposed to be dark green or contain fur.]
Yeah. Sounds like a good idea.
[Because there is no way he's eating any more of those chips. Reaching across to where she's placed the bag of jerky, he takes a deep breath before pulling the bag open, nose promptly scrunching up as the over powering smell of dried, expired meat reaches his nostrils. That starving to death thing is sound better all the time.]
[Oof, that smell is awful. As much as she's worried about him not eating enough, she's starting to think this is more cruel, with the added threat of food poisoning. Something about the way he wrinkles his nose makes her burst out laughing, and she reaches over to try to gently tug the bag from his hands.]
On second thought, I don't think we should eat that.
[Hey, you try getting that first whiff of putrid meat blown at you full force by the releasing of trapped air. You'd be scrunching your nose up too.
And leaving it scrunched up because even after she's taken the bag from his hands he can still smell it, as if it's taken up permanent residence within his sinuses and is going to haunt him for the rest of time.]
Maybe I have something.
[He doubts anything he has is in much better shape than her offerings, but it was worth a shot. And so he's reaching for his pack without a second though, pulling it open and searching the contents or anything even the slightest bit more edible.
Two sticks of gum. A shard of a broken mirror. A packet of noodles that look dry and flavorless. But at least they're not at they're not quite as far gone as the chips or the jerky. So he presents them to her, along with the sticks of gum. Just in case she'd like to get the taste of those chips out of her mouth.]
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if she never has to see that hideous wig again she is totally okay with that
That last comment makes her pause, though, her smile fading a little. She's wondered the same thing herself, or how things would have gone if he hadn't been so secretive about his identity when he returned. She hums thoughtfully, picking absently at a loose thread on her glove.]
I don't know.
[If he hadn't left, and he'd never called her out to the well... She wonders if they ever would have become friends at all. Tifa had been so caught up in her own friends and family that she'd never thought of approaching him herself, as much as she regrets that now. But then, who knows if that would have changed anything in the end at all. If Sephiroth had still destroyed Nibelheim, and Shinra had covered it up regardless...]
Do you... wish you would have stayed?
And he was okay with the situation never being brought up again and look how that turned out
If he had stayed, would things still have gone the same way? Would he and Tifa have been killed right along with everyone else? Would Shin-ra have never come to their little town at all? Would they have grown up apart, never knowing each other's friendship?
Things had turned out as they had for a reason. Perhaps it was so they could become friends. Perhaps it was so he could meet Zack, or Aerith. Maybe it was because, no matter what individual path they had each traveled down, the fate of the planet would have eventually landed in their hands.]
No. [His voice is louder than before, even as he glances over his shoulder at some imagined figment - of the past or of his own mind, it's getting more and more difficult to tell.] Things happened like they did for a reason.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkGrkNu6mDg
There were good parts too, weren't there?
Don't you crush all of his hopes and dreams Tifa how dare you.
But, in that moment, even if it was only for her sake, he was willing to pretend there had been more good than bad.]
I found all of you. [That was, above and beyond everything else, the absolute best part that had come from everything that had happened.]
what do chocobos dream about? sylkis greens?
I'm so glad you came back.
[Is she talking about Norfinbury or Midgar? She's not really sure, herself. Probably both. And while she'd prefer that he not be stuck in this awful place at all, he's not dead. It's the lesser of two evils, at least. Still, it's kind of an awkward thing to talk about, the fact that he'd died and then mysteriously revived, so she busies herself with reaching for her pack, tugging out the curtain they've been using as a makeshift blanket.]
Are you cold?
[The fire is helping, but it can only do so much.]
They dream about having friends who are not assholes.
But then it passes, fading into the background, hidden by all of the imaginary shadows that are somehow all out to get him at once.]
I'm alright. [A small lie. The chill was starting to set in, despite the radiating warmth from the fire. But her comfort and well being were more important - far more so than his own.] You try and rest. I'll keep the fire going.
w o w Tifa is like the nicest friend he has!
I'm not tired. I can keep you company.
[If he wants?]
Then it's probably time to start making new ones.
Alright. [He would rather she at least try to rest, to give her mind a break from the near constant onslaught of paranoia and suffering that had set in upon them. But he also knew better than to push the subject. Once Tifa set her mind on something, nothing could change it.]
SO RUDE TBH
It's sweet that he's looking out for her, even if she's certain at this point that she's not going to be able to relax fully until they can get out of this house. They'll just have to get through it together, like they have everything else. She leans over, her shoulder bumping into his lightly before she reaches out to tuck the curtain around him more securely.]
Are you hungry?
[They might be running low on food, but they still need to eat, and she has a feeling he might hold off to make their rations stretch unless she convinces him otherwise.]
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A soft sound of amusement emits from his throat at the shoulder bump, returning it with one of his own. As long as they had each other - as long as he could always manage to reassure her when she needed it most and she could always help him find the strength he sometimes lost - then they would alright. They had gotten through worse, after all.]
I'm al... [right. But he wasn't. He was so far from alright he wasn't even sure he could fool himself of it anymore. For him, it was far more important that she was taken care of, that she made it through this experience as unscathed as possible. Even if that meant bringing more harm onto himself.
But he couldn't be there to protect her, to reassure her if he starved to death, could he?] A little. [See, he's learning Tifa.]
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Tifa is certain that they're going to remain cold and miserable and exhausted for the foreseeable future, and even if they've been living off of processed and frozen food, it's something. This time, she tugs her pack closer rather than leaning away from him to reach for it. It might just be slight shoulder to shoulder contact, but it's still nice, and Tifa isn't willing to give it up just yet. Humming thoughtfully, she digs in the pack until she pulls out two packets of food and holds them up for him, feigning interest. Chips or beef jerky, Cloud. Take your pick!]
Exciting, huh?
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Most likely.
Possibly.
When he knows he can't actually get away with it.
For the briefest of moments he really does begin to contemplate the merits of simply starving to death. It couldn't possibly be as painful as it sounded.
But he once more decides against it, the decision based on a mixture of not wanting to let anyone else suffer because of him and his failings and not wanting to have to endure the lecture that likely would have come once he revived.]
Better than yesterday. [At the very least it wasn't another can of poorly made and heated soup. And maybe if they were both optimistic and bright enough about it, it wouldn't seem quite so bad. Or stale.] We're share them. [If he has to eat stale cold potato chips so do you Tifa.]
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Lame.
But, hey. If it gets him to eat, she'll even pick the stalest ones out of the bag for him.]
Hmm. Is it better?
[At least the soup seemed more like a meal than junk food. Regardless, she shoots him a grin to show him she's just teasing before she tears the bag in half, creating a makeshift plate which she places in front of them. As for the jerky... Somehow, that's more intimidating, so she sets it off to the side for now. Annnd... Time to dig in! She'll be brave and eat the first chip, just for him.
Unsurprisingly, it's really gross.]
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Don't you try and rain on his strange optimism, Tifa. Maybe, if he believes hard enough, the food won't taste quite so bad. Maybe, if he pictures a baked potato, steaming and warm and loaded with butter, somehow, the chips will actually taste like one instead of cardboard.
Until he tries one, and he has to force himself to actually chew it and not automatically spit it out. Somehow, it manages to taste like moldy bread while still feeling like sandpaper against his tongue. That jerky is definitely starting to look more and more appetizing.]
We've had worse. [But this still ranks up there pretty high.]
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You're right.
[That jerky is also going to smell terrible. She's sucking it up and eating the chips, though, although it's clear she's not exactly relishing the experience. She's barely even chewing the things.
It's about three or four chips in that she finally gives up and grabs her water bottle. Kunsel is absolutely certain that taking water from the toilet tank is safe, but Tifa isn't enthralled with that plan, so she's been trying to drink as little as possible. At this point, though, she doesn't think she's going to get through this meal without something to wash down the grossness. At least the salt on the chips masks the flavor a little. Kind of?
So, a swig from that bottle is definitely happening. Or two.]
Remember that store with all the fresh food? Maybe we should head there once this lets up.
[They haven't even had a chance to go there yet, and man, what she wouldn't do for an apple right now.]
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- Only to land squarely on six, because he's relatively sure chips are not supposed to be dark green or contain fur.]
Yeah. Sounds like a good idea.
[Because there is no way he's eating any more of those chips. Reaching across to where she's placed the bag of jerky, he takes a deep breath before pulling the bag open, nose promptly scrunching up as the over powering smell of dried, expired meat reaches his nostrils. That starving to death thing is sound better all the time.]
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On second thought, I don't think we should eat that.
[So much for being positive, huh, Cloud?]
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And leaving it scrunched up because even after she's taken the bag from his hands he can still smell it, as if it's taken up permanent residence within his sinuses and is going to haunt him for the rest of time.]
Maybe I have something.
[He doubts anything he has is in much better shape than her offerings, but it was worth a shot. And so he's reaching for his pack without a second though, pulling it open and searching the contents or anything even the slightest bit more edible.
Two sticks of gum. A shard of a broken mirror. A packet of noodles that look dry and flavorless. But at least they're not at they're not quite as far gone as the chips or the jerky. So he presents them to her, along with the sticks of gum. Just in case she'd like to get the taste of those chips out of her mouth.]