[ ...hm ]

How did that work? And... you were there for these games in both of them?

There are probably a lot of different Heavens and Hells with how this stuff works. But ours are connected, I guess.

[ so that's the how it works. she's... less thrilled to elaborate on more than that. ]

Yeah. I mean, I run Hell. And Heaven was me messing around.

Oh. [ blinks. uh. ] I kind of heard about that, but I missed the part where that was you, I guess...

[ not sure how to feel about that???? ]

[ NEGATIVELY, I WOULD HOPE? ]

Weird. Seems like something people would mention.

[ i mean, you WOULD hope, and he IS judging her for starting a fucking murdergame in heaven over nothing like that??

but also it's not really his problem and from what he's heard her hell sounds soooo much better than his and he wants to score an invite ]

Didn't want to make things too weird for you, maybe?

[ oh an invite to hell is so much easier to get than to heaven. everyone's welcome in hell!!!! ]

... How thoughtful!

[ thank fuck because his was terrible!!!

also this is really just one of those things where like. what do you even do with the information that one of your teammates is the ruler of hell. it's easiest to just say "well ok" and ignore it and thankfully the nature of his existence has made him a master of that art.

anyway. he shrugs! and gestures toward a building they're passing. ]

That was the kitchen and dining hall. [ nobody knows what a refectory is. ] They had a bunch of wine barrels in the basement too. We stole one of those for our place the first week so we'd be able to say we had one good thing.

[ his place that he abandoned after one night because of the leech incident. ]

[ laughs a little at that motivation. ] Oh, well as long as you had one.

That make up for the... everything else?

Absolutely not!

Good effort, though.

Any fun stories? If everyone was drinking and all.