Pretty Pretty Princess

[enterstageleft]

Who: Those who play games!
Where: Game Tower
When: Day 115, late morning (game is 11am - noon)

[ For those who answer the call that goes out on your phones -- today you step out of the elevators to find yourselves in an airy Grand Ballroom. At the front of the room is a buffet table featuring finger sandwiches, petit fours, and savory pastries complemented by fresh cups of steaming hot tea. From nowhere to be seen comes the sound of instruments playing.

If you happen by the small, square tables you'll find a place card with your name on it at one of them designating your seat. (You can try to move it, if you wish, but it won't budge). In the middle of the table are two fancy gold chests, one inlaid with red jewels and the other inlaid with blue jewels (neither can be opened) as well as what looks to be a game board. ]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Eyeing the dress. And the fact that only a few people are wearing them]

But on a scale of 1 to 10, how much did it fucking suck?

[unbr8kable]

[A few people aren't wearing anything...]

Emotional cuddlepile.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Yes.

Yes, that is also a thing he is noticing]

Eleven then.

[A pause]

Nice heels. They let you keep those? More weapons for you.

[unbr8kable]

They just appeared a minute ago. Who the hell knows what happened to my boots.

So I guess you got to sit this one out?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Guess so. Seems the producers don't think I'm dress material or something.

[unbr8kable]

Just for private engagements, huh? Lucky me.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Lucky both of us.

Can you even walk in those?

[unbr8kable]

Of course I can.

[can she???]

Could you?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Without a doubt.

[Takes a step back and crooks a finger at her]

[unbr8kable]

[rolls her eyes and sighs before taking a (slightly careful) step forward]

You know this isn't the first time I've worn heels, right? ...I mean, you should, anyways.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Nemesis. You wound me. Of course I remember.

But it's a much longer walk back to the hotel.

[unbr8kable]

I know it's tough to believe, but somehow I think I'll make it. Thanks for the vote of confidence.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Need to return to your fortress of solitude for a bit then?

[unbr8kable]

Do you usually wear an evening gown for your daily errands?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Not what I meant. But maybe I do.

[Gestures to everything around them]

I'm talking about getting away from this madness.

[unbr8kable]

Well, I'm not standing around for my health. These things aren't exactly made for comfort.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Another long pause]

Want a lift to wherever you're going?

[unbr8kable]

...What do you want?

[less belligerent and more genuinely baffled]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And he looks equally baffled in return. Confusion turning to frustration before:]

Return payment for what you did for me after the Live. If you want to get the fuck out of here, I'll take you there. If you want to stay, I'll leave you alone.

Is that clear enough?

[unbr8kable]

Fine. ...Fine.

[unfolds her arms only to refold them, the other on top. she frowns, but it does not seem to be directed at him]

...I think I could use the walk after all that. But you don't owe me anything.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Sorry he is so bad at this, Nem]

Should I frame it as a non-obligation?

[unbr8kable]

[to be fair she is also bad at this]

That's not the problem, though yeah, wouldn't hurt. Look, why don't you check in on my wife; as I hear it their group had it pretty rough.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I was already planning on doing that.

[unbr8kable]

[nods]

Okay, then. Later.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Yes, later.

. . .




Hope one of your more emotionally capable friends is there for you, Nemesis]