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]

. . .

Are you fucking with me?

What part of this---

[Gestures to himself]

Says that I have any use for such a useless concept as friendship.

[afailedmurder]

[laughs a little, because wow]

If friendship is so useless, what do you need B for? Haven't you essentially hired him to be friends with people for you?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Friendship and charisma are two completely different things.

I want B to charm the hosts not actually give a shit about them.

[afailedmurder]

A fair point. But surely B isn't the only charismatic person here. Are you saying the fact that he's always surrounded by people had no impact on your decision to choose him as your head of PR?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What the fuck are you trying to get at, A?

Yes, friendship is useful to B because he is a soft squishy person who needs other people in his life. And he's very good at listening and connecting the dots.

That benefits me as his employer.

However, having friends of my own does not benefit me. I don't need or want them to get their feelings all over me.

[afailedmurder]

I simply think it's curious that such a friendly person would draw your attention.

Besides that, mere minutes ago you were implying that I'm better off now — surrounded by people — than I was before, despite my proven independence and ambition. Wouldn't you say that outlook clashes with the ideals you claim to espouse now?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

It's because you're soft, A.

Fuck, don't tell me you're stupid, too.

[afailedmurder]

[maintains eye contact as he makes his next move]

Check.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Moves his king out of the way]

Does that count as your question?

[afailedmurder]

[moves immediately]

It doesn't bother me if it does. My greatest interest was in hearing what you would ask me.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Moves it again]

Is that a fancy way to say you didn't fucking have one?

[afailedmurder]

I did, but this was more interesting.

[one more move]

Checkmate.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Stares at the board with an expression of 60% anger, 30% shock, and 10% something. Something not good]

This is bullshit.

[afailedmurder]

Now, now. No one appreciates a poor sport.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Swipes the rest of the pieces off the board and onto the grass with a wave of his arm]

You're not that good!

[afailedmurder]

[cocks his head to the side]

What does that say about you, Intensity?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[God he feels a headache coming on]

Shut up!

[afailedmurder]

You can complain when you beat me. Perhaps you should stop griping and help me pick up the pieces.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No! This isn't---

[Looks back to the board and the fallen chess pieces and back to the board again]

Where did you learn to play?

[afailedmurder]

I wouldn't know the answer to that any more than you do, but I've been studying on my own since B gave it to me.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

[Huffs and starts picking up pieces]