Pretty Pretty Princess

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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]

[Why do all of you have matching tattoos!? Unsure]

Was it now?

[nohalation]

GOSH YES!! I got to hold hands with Whisky and I made new friends and I FELT EVERYONE'S FEELINGS and SOME PEOPLE HAD FLOWERS IN THEIR HAIR and sometimes I was like WOWEE I GOTTA FIGHT but then I hugged people instead and oh Whisky had one sad memory and seemed a little dizzy, but I hope he is okay, I think he will be okay.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Processing. Processing]

Going to check up on him later?

[nohalation]

I would like to I think! I will at least check on him here, but everyone seems to be normal again...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Not quite. You have a new mark on your neck.

[nohalation]

I do? Uh oh.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Takes out his phone, switching it to camera mode and then handing it to her so she can use it as a mirror]

[nohalation]

...it looks like the collars!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[!!!!]

The what?

[nohalation]

Oh, in the game, it was kinda like when we played candyland, but each color meant we had to take or remove something. Sometimes, I noticed, when we put on items, things would change . . . like being able to feel other people's feelings or memories being shown or wanting to hold someone's hands.

The collar was kind of like . . . I sorta wanted to follow people's orders.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And did people order you around?

[nohalation]

Nope! It didn’t happen until the last round or so!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So it really was just an emotional cuddlepile?