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

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is it a lot?

[eatsthecanary]

Oh, loads. I'm surprised he could even afford it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I see.

So is the trial period for you or him?

[eatsthecanary]

I'm giving him seven days before I decide if I'm utterly devoting myself to him or not.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Do let me know if that falls through.

[Looking back to Whisker's foam cat paws and barely holding in a long suffering sigh]

As for today's events, are you fighting for B's honor? If so, I'm obligated to kick the crap out of you.

[eatsthecanary]

I'm afraid I am.

[ not that he sounds genuinely regretful but he doesn't sound wholly invested in the venture either. ]

But I get the impression C wasn't aiming for a total asskicking. For you, that is.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then name your challenge. Unless you want me to name one for you.

[Eying the cat paws]

One that doesn't involve those.

[eatsthecanary]

Well, that does interest me. What's your challenge?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Picks up one of those cardboard swords and draws a large circle around the both of them. Think sumo circle sized]

First one to take a step outside of this circle loses.

[eatsthecanary]

[ hm. he slides off a phone paw to pick up a sword himself. ]

I'll accept. Are there any rules?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Anything goes.

[eatsthecanary]

Alright.

[ he doesn't offer a countdown before he steps forward, jabbing for Intensity's stomach with the tip of the sword. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Blocks with his own cardboard sword which... makes it bend sadly more than anything really]

Interesting choice for first strike.

[Tries to knock Whisker's arm that's holding the sword wide with the back of his hand]

[eatsthecanary]

[ it's knocked to the side but even though it's put off course he can still try to angle it back up and jab into the underside of Intensity's chin. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Ow! Excuse you??!!

He takes a step back, heel only a few inches away from the edge of the circle---

Before dropping low to the ground and trying to tackle Whiskers.

The cardboard sword has been tossed away by the useless garbage it is]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he smiles sharp at the pretense being dropped even as he's tackle; he drops to the ground, but he abruptly tries to push to try to spin them, re-adjusting his weight. he's like a foot shorter than Intensity but there's enough muscle there to make him a fair combatant, still. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[GOD why are all these idols good at fighting? How is a card nerd boy supposed to compete with these odds. I mean, really.

When Whiskers spins them, Intensity takes the opportunity to use the momentum TO THROW THIS LOSER CAT OUT OF THE RING.]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he digs his hand in just before the circle edge to plant his weight there and try to kick out at Intensity, get him out of the ring first. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[OWWW watch the shins!

He's at the edge of the circle, pulling off some fucking Twister stunt to actually keep all his limbs inside.

Oh boy. His balance looks shaky at best. Even shakier than B's chair tower]

[eatsthecanary]

[ his gaze sharpens -- he sees the opportunity, keeping his weight braced on the hand before kicking off the ground with a foot to try and lunge and push him out. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[FUCK ALL Y'ALL REALLY. Maybe avante en garde can teach this guy not to suck.

Goes tumbling out of the ring in a string of colorful curse words]

[eatsthecanary]

[ sorry about your luck fighting yakuza and ex-soldiers Intensity.

Whisky brushes himself off, self-satisfied, and moves to push himself to stand. ]

Looks like my win.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Huffs as he also stands]

This time.

[eatsthecanary]

Sore over losing to someone else's minion?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Next time you bring your boss, and I'll bring my bodyguard. Then we'll see how things shake out.