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[feistytrader]

WHO: Silver and others
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: July
WHAT: Log overflow! I thought I was going to end up using it for more and then I sucked so just log overflow.
WARNINGS: Stupidity

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OVERFLOW

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Yoshiko

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Why not? What do you write poems about?

[He seems genuinely curious; it definitely sounds like she's embarrassed about it, but embarrassing things aren't something you can tackle with generalized advice.]

[trappingheart]

[ ...Well, she trusts Silver. He probably won't make fun of her for it. And if it's gonna come out anyway... ]

It's not really about anything personal. I just...well, I write it when I'm in a little bit of a mood, y'know? Sometimes I just get into this funk and I decide to write about something dark. A lonely city at night, spider lilies in the rain, a graveyard at night, maybe a dark, tight space with the walls closing in...I recently even tried to write a couple about a world in grayscale.

I throw all of my feelings out on the page, just to throw words on there, get it off my chest. Just like with my graffiti. And when it's all out in the open, I try to make it a little more flowery. Make it rhyme. Give it a rhythm. And if I like how it's going from there, I try to sing it. I basically make lyrics out of it...

But it's a little bit...well, it's nothing great, get me? Not really anything that I'm proud enough to put out there. My singing voice isn't the best, and even my poems...well, they're all kind of samey, you know? They come out all sounding kind of the same. I know that's something that you get better at with practice, but as it stands now, they're not great.

...So I guess it's a little humiliating, y'know? ...Not only that, it's not really much of a delinquent thing. It's a little more, I dunno, gothy? I dunno if you've ever seen that girl on Retrospec sometimes, the one who talks like she's out of freaking Bram Stoker, but, it's probably more her speed.

Sato

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The mint chocolate chip here's really good, so I've gotta go against my base instincts and recommend it.

[Because man is he here for sherbet. Or anything fruit flavored, really. Fruit's the greatest good the world's ever given them.]

[starfruitfrog]

There's nothing wrong with recommending something if it's really good. What are you getting, then?

[Because maybe Sato should do this guy a favour and buy him some ice cream, too.]

Ryoji

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[Totodile can absolutely see underwater! He dives underwater, swims around, comes back up... And his expression doesn't change at all, as usual.]

That's a real help.

[appraiser]

[ ...Yeah. Ryoji isn't sure what he'd expected, but if there's no panicked flailing, he imagines Totodile didn't see anything particularly dangerous with long sharp teeth or bloodthirsty eyes. Nothing to worry about. ]

I guess we should get back. We can keep an eye out on the water from our sand fortress!

Juzo

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[...Why the hell didn't he expect exactly this. That's brilliant. He's not even annoyed that Juzo is trying to be a lazy asshole. He's annoyed that he didn't think of it first.]

I thought the bingo slot was build a sandcastle, not decorate it. At least go grab some wet sand.

[outpunch]

[Damn, Silver has a point. He probably can't get away with it just putting a shitty flag on the sandcastle and get a bingo...

Obviously, he's not too happy about it.]

Shit.

[But he scoops a handful of sand up and adds it to the sand pile.]

Nobody ain't got time for that...let's make it the most half-assed sandcastle on this beach, how does that sound to you?

Akinobu

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[Totodile stares at her for a long moment, then heads over to take the apple slice; he's very gentle about taking it despite his sharp mouth, and looks up at her expectantly when he's done. That was delicious. Give him more, lady.]

[notbunaga]

If you want more, you have to follow me.

[She takes maybe...two or three steps back, then dangles another slice before Aoi.]

Goro

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This isn't a turn-based RPG, Goro!

[Silver never specified. Does that mean it's on the table? Does that mean it's off limits? Whatever the case, Silver's shoving Goro off of him and diving at him again, so he better figure it out quick.]

[twostringsonebow]

[He'll figure it out after unsuccessfully trying to scramble away from Silver, yelping out again and

well, he's absolutely going to pull Silver's hair? He's gonna pull Silver's hair and try to knee him off, Goro Akechi is quickly learning to basics of wrastlin' and he feels like he's gonna lose anyway.]

Elizabeth

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...Do you want to be popular, Elizabeth?

[It's never something he particularly aspired to be. That much attention sounds exhausting, really. But he's curious about what she thinks, in this case.]

[elevelvetor]

[ Elizabeth hums thoughtfully, then shakes her head slightly. ]

... Not particularly, but it's a common theme across all generations of fiction. It would seem most people aspire to be charismatic and well-liked among their peers. While I don't disagree with the notion—I'm of the belief that it's better to be loved than feared, personally—I think there's a certain Icarus-level risk to it.

[ She'll elaborate after she switches colors; she's certain the story of Icarus is one that's well-known but she's not one to turn down an opportunity to engage in a bit of storytelling! ]

Icarus, as one might know, had wings made of wax and feathers, fashioned by his father for their escape from the isle of Crete. He was warned against flying too low to the sea and flying too close to the sun, for both would ruin his wings. Icarus, however, was too blinded by just how fun and freeing soaring through the air felt, and went much too high. His wings melted as a result, and he perished in the sea below.

Popularity's fall may not be so deadly, but one wrong move can have you falling from it rather quickly, whether you realize it or not. And then where are you? I suppose true friends will be there to catch you, but if you don't have anything... [ ... ] Then you're alone.

But rarely are there such pathetic ends for characters. Even in IncorriGirls, the main character Caity ends up making amends with her friends and returns to a happy existence being herself once her stint with popularity is over. Gina finds a place on a rather violent sports team for her issues, and presumably would make friends among her peers there.

Shuji

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And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see

[...Did you know that Silver knows how to dance along to a good amount of this song? Well, he does.

He is absolutely going to eat shit out of this cart.]

[thesettingsun]

I'm pretty sure you're going to fall out if you dance in the cart...

[It still counts as caroling if you break from the song long enough to express some concern that your partner in crime is being extra stupid, right?]

Dave

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But it's kind of mean, isn't it? I mean, I wouldn't want to live in a jar.

[...We're going there. Let's talk about the ethics of bug catching while Silver continues to fail to get any of the little guys.]

[parodeity]

I mean, do bugs even really live long once you put them in a jar?

Elda

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[Down Silver goes to the ground; fortunately it's mostly on the last step, so he doesn't go sliding down the damn stairs.]

Hey, what the hell--?!

[matchbreaker]

Now, I can win!

[ Even if she's several stairs below him, her arms wrapped around his legs. Oops. ]

Ann

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I'm Silver. And yeah, it's for bingo.

[The cards are being dealt! Silver's luck is absolute shit, but this isn't a game of luck. This is a game of his incredibly rigged deck of cards.

...He's dealing Ann a good hand. No need to blow his secrets in one afternoon.]

I can help you with any of your slots, if you want.

[ladytakamaki]

I thought so. With all the strange things happening...I guess it's safe to assume they're all for bingo, huh? [ thanks for that, silver. ann's not too good at poker, so she'll definitely need the extra hand, anyway. ]

Well...Would this count as a spar? I mean, technically it would, right?

Shouto

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Even something simpler like keeping your cards close to the vest is exhausting.

[...But more importantly, they've made a significant amount of headway on their sandcastle by now, and Silver stops to admire their work.]

Where do you think we're at? Three feet?

[glaciers]

I'd rather just be honest. It makes everything easier.

[At the question, Shouto stands up and measures the castle against himself. About to his waist?]

... I think that's three feet. Looks like we're halfway there.