dissonates | [Voice/Action] backdated to Day 1 of the event until the end!

[Asch will be leaving a single message on the journal network on the evening of the first day, his voice flat:]

[Voice]

I know that the village is being its usual mad self this week, but Guy Cecil's gone back to his world. With the recent departures, Good Spirits is shorthanded.

[....oh, right.]

Also, considering the bar is in the area where alcohol is apparently prohibited, thieves have been after the stores. Most of the remaining supply's been hidden, but I could use help guarding it.

As far as I know, the journal network has always been for our eyes only, so if you want any for yourself and the staff doesn't recognize you, try to come up with something only one of us would know.

[After that, he won't be doing much exploration. Asch is having none of this silly experiment business; he woke up wearing this, and since his closet seems to be full of clothes either like it or much worse, he just rolls with it. He's been around the block before. He'll be staying in the bar pretty much 24/7 (besides food runs and emergencies) to make sure the collection doesn't get completely depleted; he may be a recently returned staff member himself, now, but the bar was important to Guy, so he can at least protect it for a while. Alcoholic drinks will be served through the back door to villagers only, so if you want some booze, better figure out a way to act convincing.]

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[He shrugs his shoulders.]

Whatever. Labels are pointless anyway.

So what does that make you? Label-free? No one gets to be label-free. Not really.

Aw, you don't like Aschy boy? It suites you!

[He'll be calling you that for the rest of your life, you know.]

Nope. [She looks a little taken aback at the none-shall-pass pose, but given her staff is already out and tapping against one shoulder-- well, not like there's much room to talk.] Wow, how bad has it been?

[... Ugh. First Noel, then Yuri, and now...

The only good thing about this past month, it seems, is the fact that Xion's finally remembered everything. But with so many close friends gone, he's still feeling the effects of it all. He can't even bring himself to want to hunt for anything, even though it'd be beneficial for him.

Now, it's even worse. Guy's gone... Dammit.

With Asch talking about the bar, though... he has to be there, right? A moment of concentration gives him a very faint idea of his location, and... yes, he's right. That's where he is.

So, Luke heads down there in this outfit, hands in his pockets and hat down to try to look inconspicuous. He occasionally glances around, or grimaces slightly when a gunshot goes off. Of all the places to be in, why did his apartment and Good Spirits have to be in this place? It's so noisy, and violent too. Maybe he should go see where he and his girlfriend can go stay for the rest of this, assuming she's not trying to hunt for items.

Once he finds Asch, he gives a weak little smile and hurries his steps... only to stop when he sees what he's wearing, and let his smile turn into a mildly indignant expression instead.]

Asch?

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Nnnn....ooot really, nope! I think I'd remember a sneer like that.

Careful it doesn't get stuck that way.

[THEY'RE GOING IN HIS FLIGHT JOURNAL, YOUNG MAN. ...Only, not really.]

You know Class M specializes in the impossible.

[Halfway to himself.] But is one going to be enough? If we're on a short schedule, then improvising a series of levers would probably... [gradually trails off into mechanical jargon about hand carts and pulley systems.]

I, um... I could try to help guard it if you want...

...Tch. Because I've never heard that one before.

[Congratulations, Norma, you're back on his shit list in two easy steps.]

...It's just a precaution. [He's well aware of how it looks, but better safe than sorry (and liquor-less).] There's been a few scuffles, but nothing serious yet.

Probably not, but I don't bother coming up with them on my own. If someone wants to try and insult me by oversimplifying my existence like that, I have no obligation to respect them, either.

[Alas, not so young anymore. Asch puts up with the muttering longer than he really ought to before cutting in, eyes narrowing. That technical stuff belongs in Sheridan. or a workshop. Whatever.]

...Ginji. You should probably get to work.

[This is why he hates people.]

How the hell does a juvenile nickname like that suit me?

[Asch glances up from his spot at the back of the bar, in the middle of sharpening his sword. His eyes narrow. What the hell is he wearing?]

...Replica.

[He considers the attire for all of three seconds before making a decision:]

Go home and change.

Whatever's convenient. I'm not about to force anyone, but I'll take any volunteers as long as this is going on.

[Wow, Asch hasn't called him that often. The order makes him scowl, his hands moving to his hips.]

What? No way. I'm not walking all the way back just to change out of my clothes! You go change!

Because the smile on your face just screams 'Aschy boy'~

[Zelos doesn't fall under that category right.]

That's...a surprisingly healthy approach to take to the whole existential question, Asch. [ a beat. ] I think I might be envious.

[He's quiet for a moment at that, looking uncomfortable, then glances away.]

Don't envy me.

[YOU'RE THE TOP OF THE LIST OMGGGG]

Are you blind or just an idiot?

I work here now. I have the authority to kick you out if I feel like it. You change.

[Unstoppable force + immovable object, anyone?]

If it makes easier I can hide the stock in plain sight. Won't stop them trying, I guess, but they won't be able to take any, either.

[ buffy -- ever prepared to combat awkwardness with humour -- quips: ] What? With your red locks so luxurious? Kinda impossible not to be jealous, Asch.

"Hide in plain sight"? What does that even mean?

[...wh-what. What kind of response is that? Asch is momentarily taken aback.]

It's... it's not luxurious.

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