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

[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.

[eatsthecanary]

Can I bring my gun next time? I'm afraid close-range combat isn't really my forte.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Looks actually interested at that]

What kind of gun?

[eatsthecanary]

A sniper's rifle. A toy one, unfortunately.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Boooooooooooooooooooooooooo]

Of course it is. Yes, bring your toy if it makes you feel better.

[eatsthecanary]

You can rest assured if I could buy a real one I would be bringing that instead.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Seems a tad bit overkill, but I won't argue with your tastes.

[eatsthecanary]

There's really not a lot of middle ground between a toy and the real thing, is there?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

But with a sniper rifle, I'd probably never even knew what hit me.

[eatsthecanary]

Exactly.

[ maybe a little too pleased at this thought ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Lacks personal touch.

Your opponent doesn't even get the dawning horror of realizing who's about to defeat them.

[eatsthecanary]

That sounds like you'd be leaving an opening.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Sounds like you care too much about efficiency and not enough about style.

[eatsthecanary]

I'm interested in what helps me win.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

[He's actually considering that statement very carefully. As if he were actually trying to jam that piece in to his world view]

At the cost of everything?

[eatsthecanary]

[ Intensity please. ]

What does style matter for if you lose? Your ego?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

If you've compromised your pride, what have you won?

[eatsthecanary]

You've still won.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[I mean, yes. Winning is important. Winning is MOST important. But yet... BUT YET---!!!]

It doesn't mean anything if the victory is unsatisfying.

[eatsthecanary]

[ buddy. ]

You sound like someone who'd give up a lot just to leave your pride intact.