dankmemes | honestly if we didnt hate the same people we would have a friendship based on nothing

Have you ever just wanted to tell someone flat-out what you think of them as a person? Does your roommate have this one quirk that drives you up the wall, like dripping apathy all over the kitchen sink? Sometimes all it takes to be the best person you can be is a dose of self-awareness, sometimes what it takes instead is a cluebat to the head... and sometimes they just have a stupid name you can never quite spell right.

For all this and more, have I got the meme for you!

THE LOWDOWN
i. Post a header with your character's name.
ii. Comment in-character to other people's headers. With what? Depends on your CR! Maybe they're a good person and really should keep on keeping on, maybe literally everyone can see they need to suck it up and confess already, maybe they'll change their wicked ways if just one extra person casts aspersions on their pompadour. Bring in examples if you want, as with any helpful critique. Be as creative as you like!
iii. Other characters will comment to yours, no doubt overflowing with well-meaning advice on how to be the best person they can be. Your character is free to respond. Excuse you, maybe despair is still in fashion?
iv. Feel free to assume there's a compulsion to speak their minds, if your character's not usually the type to give unsolicited advice.
v. A probably unnecessary reminder, but just remember, this is not a place for OOC crit! There are other, more appropriate channels for that.

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Pryce definitely was. If we're lucky, he'll never show up here. Or just die in a fire. I could settle for that.

Since I don't know him, I'm not going to necessarily condone wishing he'd die in a fire. That said, I'll go ahead and hope he never shows up also.

[Both because of that glowing review from Ephemera, and that Lance is competitive and doesn't necessarily always like dealing with other mental health professionals. He gets along with some--like Wyatt and Rosen--just fine, but others he clashes with badly especially since he's not always enthusiastic about people being able to read him as well as he can read them.]

Five minutes with the guy and you'd be on my side.

[Because fuck that guy and his smug fucking face.]

How he lived that long, I don't fucking know. Asshole.

What was so insufferable about him?

[He's curious. Tell him the gossip.]

He liked getting under your skin. Figuring out what makes people tick.

[All the better to break them with. Ephemera's mouth twitches.]

I never touched that fucker. But he only tried that with me once.

Figuring out what motivates people, and how and why they do what they do, is kind of a psychologist's job.

[He's just pointing that out, because as Ephemera describes it Lance isn't sure exactly what the issue is; he can guess easily enough though, in that Pryce was probably either not skilled in how he handled sensitive discussions or, alternatively, was purposefully just a dick about it.]

Not like you.

[Ephemera wonders if he can explain. He frowns.]

It was like a game. Hnn. I could tell. When I heard him talking. Condescending fuck. I decided not to play.

[Ah, that does make sense, and Lance nods immediately.]

I had a roommate like that once. He was... Not the best person to live with.

[He could've been a lot worse--he was annoying, not a monster or anything--but still. Lance was not fond of that guy.]

[Ephemera quips a thin smile. At least Sweets isn't like that. Ephemera actually likes him. The conversations are interesting, even if they don't always go to comfortable places. The doc knows his trade.] Yeah, I bet. People here are all right, though. Most of the time.

[Even Washington, sometimes. Ephemera is loath to admit it, but the truth remains what it is.]

[Despite being generally optimistic and believing the best in people, Lance can't say he agrees about the situation here. Sure, there are a lot of normal, good people here, but there are also a higher than statistically average number of people who are not so great.

So he gives a noncommittal shrug, not wanting to lie in agreement but not wanting to linger on the topic either.]

Do you feel settled into this place, at this point?

Pretty much. Got a place to live, got people.

[Ephemera nods to himself.]

I have people.

That's good.

[He means it genuinely.]

Have things been going better, lately?

[In regards to those people, and the situation of being here in general.]

[Ephemera shrugs.]

Better, I think.

[He hesitates.]

Talked with Washington a bit. Actually talked to him. I don't--hnn. It went all right. Didn't fight.

[Lance can't help but be a little surprised at that last part, but in a good way.]

That's a really big deal.

[His tone is clearly approving but not patronizing; he's genuinely pleased to hear that, and it's a big step for Ephemera to have accomplished.]

[They had a conversation, him and Washington. They understood each other without threats. That had been the strangest part. They hadn't promised each other anything, hadn't backed any of it up with threats. They just talked, like two people stuck in a situation neither of them could walk away from.

Ephemera glances at Sweets briefly.]

I guess. I didn't--want to know him. But I do now. A little.

Do want to, or do know him?

[Or both? The distinction matters, though, which is why he's asking.]

I understand.

[Ephemera is quiet for a long moment.]

Turns out he killed me, back home. Ain't that a kicker.

That... Definitely makes things even more complicated.

[As if it weren't enough so already.]

[Ephemera snorts.]

Yeah, no kidding. Motherfucker thought he was going crazy again when he saw me here.

[He feels bad about that now. Strangely.]

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