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

[afailedmurder]

I don't believe so. Though it is the first I remember.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's what I meant.

[He picks up a piece the knight, stares at it blankly for a moment, before setting it down and making a different standard move]

Obviously.

[afailedmurder]

There's no harm in being precise.

[surely at some point someone will make an original move]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Not this guy. Because every time he attempts to play something that is even remotely out of the box, he has a blank look like he's trying to access a file that isn't there.

Because well---

It's not there.

Fucking skills tied to memories]

Right. It has nothing to do with your need to be right or have the last word.

[afailedmurder]

That's a rather harsh criticism coming from you, Intensity.

[Give A one or two more turns. He'll get bored of playing by the book eventually.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Good thing you have a tough skin or I'd have to watch my language.

[When A does make a non-standard move, Intensity will pause -- pick up the rook as if to play it. Set it down. Pause again]

[afailedmurder]

Say whatever you like. I've resolved to stop caring about unimportant things.

[His eyes are glued to the board. Exciting!]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Plays a pawn instead. This is obviously the wrong move]

Say whatever I like. You sure you want to open that door?

[afailedmurder]

You don't intimidate me.

[Making an aggressive move in the conversation and on the chess board! Will he regret them? Almost certainly the former.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Why do you think the producers put you on AlcheME!?

[Then he'll take one of the pieces that A left defenseless, thank you very much]

[afailedmurder]

My playful, fun-loving personality.

[But that was just what he wanted!! Maybe. Possibly. He hasn't thought that far ahead.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That you didn't exhibit at all in that memory montage of yours.

[afailedmurder]

It couldn't be helped. I had a lot of homework to do.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Really? And posting food pictures to a blog instead of sending it to someone directly.

[afailedmurder]

More people will see it on the blog.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Right. Of course.

But tell me, A. Potentially dying horrible in front of a live studio audience aside, did you get an upgrade by being adopted into AlcheME?

[afailedmurder]

[blinks]

Of course not. I was famous and had the freedom to do anything I wanted.

[but he pauses and furrows his brow. It's almost like he's never seriously thought about this before]

...Nothing I do here is meaningful or even worthwhile. I have no privacy and I have to live with C. How could this possibly be an improvement on anything?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh? Did you and C have a falling out?

[afailedmurder]

Would you want to live with C?

If so, you're welcome to keep him.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Yes. Absolutely. Intensity would adopt C in a heartbeat]

I could never separate the alphabet like that. Would you bridge the gap between B and D?

[afailedmurder]

My real name does have both an A and a C in it...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Careful. Give away your all new family and you might be stuck in the same position you were before.

[afailedmurder]

Technically I only offered C. Would you like to pick him up or should I arrange a delivery?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Arrange a delivery. He'll probably end up just popping out of one of our cupboards anyway.

[afailedmurder]

You make a good point. All right, I'll leave it to you. Capture him however you like.

[take my C, please]