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Who: Exael and the Unlucky Contestants
Where: The Game Tower
When: 86, Evening

[ Between one step and the next the walls (or streets, or open air) around you changes. The sight before you is a room inside the game tower, a new pressure at your neck. Reaching up or looking at the people around you reveals it to be a collar, titanium with a small green blinking light set in the center. ]

[ the screen flickers on, on your cellphone. It's a half-second, blink and you miss it— Exael, chewing on a nail, looking uncharacteristically nervous— then the moment's gone and she waves both hands and smiles for the camera. ]

"Ladies, gentlemen, honored guests! Units of all stripes and sizes! I come offering you a game and a few familiar words, rearranged for the occasion!"

Her carnival barker demeanor shifts for a moment as she lowers her head to say: ] "Glory to the highest, and on earth peace—" [ her head snaps up, her pigtails bouncing with it, and she's grinning again, all pomp and energy ] "even if we're not getting much down here! So let's kick up a ruckus, put on a show, and see how much good goodwill alone can manage! If you wish to save your fellows, now is the time speak!"

[ The rules appear on your phones. ]

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I know. But somehow... I can't seem to find the tears right now.

[ Everything feels--kind of surreal. She's pretty sure the books call that shock? But she's not a doctor, what does she know. ]

I'm sorry. They'll come later, I'm sure...

[ this makes

no sense to her.

what is the purpose of being married if not for lineages or children??? maybe they're exclusive? is that what it is? she should probably just. stop asking / trying to comprehend it and just accept it for what it is. ]

I see. Well... congratulations on your marriage, Whisky.

I have to think. An alliance with avante could make Lilis more of a target.

I wish I had such a valorous heart. They tell me there's worse to come, but... what can anyone do about it?

[ just accept it Hiryuu it's easier that way ]

Thank you. You're reacting a bit oddly to it.

It'd be easier to spend the night that way.

[ It's rude if she says he's the last person she expected to get married here outside of Doodle ]

It's a bit unexpected.... marriage....

That is, I had no idea your feelings were so serious.

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I'm trying to love them.

[. . . . .]

[he's still not wrong]

I don't think there's such a thing as "good things" in hell.

Yep. Congratulations; you've become desensitized.

[he's looking down at the ground when she pulls back too, so he also doesn't have to make eye contact]

I-- yeah. I should. . . Heart Soldier, and all.

I'll catch you later. Take care.

Really...? What about spending time with someone you like? Managing to save up points and finally buying something you wanted? Preparing for the worst, but being pleasantly surprised that things played out differently?

So you tied your fate to theirs...

[ that would be a more shocking sentiment to her except political marriages are actually probably very common where she comes from. so I guess that actually checks out. ]

That's unexpectedly cute. Do you think you love them yet?

[ why do so many people use that word with him!!]

I don't know yet.

Hmm...?

That last one has yet to actually happen.

[notably not addressing the first few]

Can you-- I, uh. I mean, would you--

[hm why is he stumbling over his words here]

I don't understand.

[. . .]

[thunks his forehead against Lily's shoulder]

Stay with me tonight?

...Yeah. Of course.

[very gently moves to run his hand down Mars' back soothingly]

[breathes out a relieved sigh, relaxing a bit with that touch]

Okay.

I don't doubt you.

[He hasn't met too many people here that he truly dislikes honestly. And neither one of them is bad so far as he can tell. As for Yasuragi, he... mainly flustered him.]

It sounds as though you care about your unit a lot. I'm glad. I'm sure they have a good friend in you, too.

We should get out of here and get changed.

[. . . draws back, lifting a hand to instinctively wipe at some of the blood on his cheek]

Yeah. Probably.

Sorry, uh. . . about your clothes.

[and all the blood]

It's fine. Clothes are clothes. Easy to replace.

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