COMING TO YOU LIVE

[neigh_sayer]

Who: E V E R Y O N E
When: Noon, Day 15
What: IT'S BATTLE ROYALE!!!!! ....................IN A WAY

[after folks return back to their dorms from their grafitti adventures, every team will have an invite/poster that has been slide under their door. "MEET IN THE BIG PARK AT NOON IF YOU WANT A GOOD TIME ♥" It is decorated with copious amounts of glitter. And if that's not weird enough, for some reason, a loooooot of chairs and tables from the lobby are missing. Have they been dragged out. Weird.

BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THAT, because 5 minutes before Noon, C hits the live App. All he says is:.]

It's tiiiiime. Everybody who's somebody get the park ASAP! Only you can save him!

[before it cuts off.

And at the center of the park, is, well:

B is sitting atop a THROWN OF CHAIRS that are somehow not falling despite being stacked so high, and also surrounded by tables in a shoddy attempt at a barrier. he is also wearing this cute dress. There are also a bunch of crystals everywhere??? Did C chip them off from their dorm? Maybe who knows. MORE IMPORTANTLY, there's a bunch of other shit in boxes too: Foam pool toys of all kinds of shapes, snacks from C's snack horde, and....mustaches? Yes. C is just standing at the base of the table barrier cackling like mad and also setting off way too many smokebombs]

WELCOME ONE AND ALL! It's time for the greatest battle this city has ever seen! [POINTS UP AT B] The Beautiful B has been kidnapped! He awaits his prince and/or princess in not-so-shining armor! Because if no one can reach him in time, his hand will go to the evilly cunning, handsomely horrible. . .

[SMOKEBOMB: note the following picture may not be entirely accurate to the actual poster being presented:]

INTENSITY!!!

Who will save him?! There can only be one, so you'll have to fight among yourselves for the honor! Win with your skills, your wits, and. . .your Lives! I've got everything set up for you. Feel free to bring your own props, of course! And of course, I'll be offering helpful fortunes to lead you all to victory. Completely unbiased, of course.

Now go at it! Who is the most devoted, who will win the prize of the beautiful boy with the mischievous eyes?! .....................alternatively you'll get an entire meal for your team, on me.

Neeheehee, let the battle royale. . .BEGIN!!!

Oh also, if you're gonna compete, you gotta wear a mustache. That's how you know who to attack!

((OOC: this post is basically an excuse for a MASS LIVE for anyone who wants in! Tag around with each other, attack each other using both the props he's provided and your own, or do something else it's all cool. If anyone gets FOR REALS violent he will intervene with comedy.

AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE C will announce the winner of the battle royale tomorrow night!!! or thursday!! WHENEVER I REMEMBER. have at.))

Comments

Re: Future is Now Live

[forgottenmercy]

[holding a parasol, and tilts his head, birdlike] ...oh, the villain of this, ah, tale.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

The maiden at the bottom of the world. Greetings.

Whose side are you on today?

[forgottenmercy]

I am, ah, not a suitor, but nor do I, ah, help a kidnapper. What side am I on?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Neutral third party unless you decide to do something to help one side or the other.

[forgottenmercy]

I don't, ah, really care to help either side. B should not, ah, be a prize to be won - or held captive.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then you should fight for his hand, and then if you win, you can grant him his freedom.

[forgottenmercy]

...I think I would, ah, rather just fight for his freedom, instead of making it a condition.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Semantics.

But very well. If you are committed to fighting to free B from my evil clutches, you'll have to go through me first.

Name your challenge.

[forgottenmercy]

...we're, ah, supposed to use our Lives, but I'm not certain how to turn a public breakdown into a challenge.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Get angry.

[forgottenmercy]

[how to get angry. how to get angry...ah. he knows what to think about.

he smiles, sharp as as a lily blade, before he steps right into Intensity's space. looks right up at him.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Don't forget to call your Live.

Sensitiv Live

[forgottenmercy]

[does so, before tucking the phone away again. in a pocket in his underskirts.] What are you hoping to test me with, in having me be angry? [still soft. still delicate. but he's definitely in Intensity's space now, in a way that he wasn't before. and smoothly picking up the parasol as well.] Trying to see how far you can push?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's one reason.

You talked a big game about defiance. I'd like to see you put your money where your mouth is.

[forgottenmercy]

[it's probably a good thing actual violence is prohibited, but he'll reach up (and up) gently grasp Intensity's shoulders. in contrast to the gentleness of Persephone's hands, however, are the nails digging into Intensity's shoulders. not hard enough to do any actual damage, though. ] Show you, in this tale, that a doll can win free of his strings? [still staring at him. not looking away.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[To Intensity's credit, he doesn't flinch. Well except for that smirk of his getting wider.

Staring match is a go]

I'm looking forward to it.

[forgottenmercy]

[giggles, kind of creepily and unsettlingly. stepping in, closer, and keeps right on staring at him.

this staring contest might last a while.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Okay. That is a little unsettling...]

I guess that's one way to have a breakdown---

[forgottenmercy]

[still. staring. not blinking. tilts his head sideways, but even that movement is eerie. that is...definitely a boy doing his best creepy doll impression.

...giggle.]

Some people get loud when they get angry. I...don't. [instead, his voice gets...whispery. There's somehow a stillness to it, too, even more than usual.] Is this what you wanted? Is this what you expected?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

It's a start, Maiden.

[Reaches down to lightly place his hand on the back of Persephone's head (with a little less confidence than he normally has because well--- it's a good thing he doesn't have a doll phobia. Let's just put it that way)]

But creepy is just creepy without a jump scare.

[forgottenmercy]

[still not breaking that eye contact.] And a scare when you expect it is no scare at all.

A story within a story.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So let's peel the layers until we get to the core.

[Leans closer so that they are practically nose to nose]

Show me your fangs.

[forgottenmercy]

There once was a maiden and a king. Or, rather, there was once a maiden, a king, and a betrayal. And a well.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Go on.

[forgottenmercy]

The king, not satisfied with the power he had already, sacrificed the maiden for more power and threw them into the well on what was supposed to be their wedding day. That turned out to be a mistake, because the maiden cursed him.

So shall you sow, so shall you reap, and there will be a reckoning. Which he forgot about, in the years ahead. Blind to what was and what would be.

[and going to reach up and put his hand over Intensity's eyes.]