Hell Bachelor: The Revenge

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Who: Y’all
Where: Lobby
When: Day 150 around sunset

[The lobby has been set up today for a ~very special viewing~. The chairs are pulled around to face one of the TV screens, there’s glasses and water set aside for a BARiTONES style refreshment stand, and some helpful information cards have been set out for participants to get up to speed. The screen is showing someone’s shakycam recording of none other than Mars’ terrible Hell Bachelor stint, currently zoomed in to a tearful angel-looking demon (that's Velly by the by, fan favorite).

At the front stands Intensity (with all his limbs even and in this this suit), and with him Kohime -- wearing an Avante jacket swapped out for a BARiTONES blazer -- perched on a nearby table top with her legs crossed, close to Intensity.]

I do so hate leaving unfinished business.

[With a wide dramatic wave of his arm:]

Ladies and Gentleman, we present to you today the rare opportunity to provide closure to one of the poor, despondent idols in our midst. Mars, while returned to his paladin tribe, left behind six unfinished episodes, a score of broken hearts, ridiculous amounts of blackmail merchandise, and a decision yet unmade.

Who was to accept the final rose?

But it need not end this way. Our undercover agents have recovered video evidence of the life he left behind. And so, my challenge to you is this: since MidBoss was so reluctant to throw down the gauntlet, then we can make that decision for him. Review the contestants and make a pitch for the demon mistress of your choice.

May the best bachelorette win.

[Then, directed off-camera:] Can we get a pep in here for tallying?

[Meanwhile, Kohime slides forward to lean impertinently on Intensity, and adds:] Drinks on me.

((Debate/booze double Live! Come make bank by embarrassing Mars.

List of eligible bachelorettes here))

Comments

[liarliarliar]

I keep everything, you know that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. I know that!

But still.

[...]

I could fucking top Gold.

[liarliarliar]

[just starts giggling]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Wow.

Is that a vote of no confidence?]

I could!

[liarliarliar]

I imagine you lack the desire to WANT to.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That can be easily overcome!

[Would he sell his soul to prove a point? You bet he would!]

[liarliarliar]

No need to do so. I'm not sharing him.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Maybe we can do a reverse of trying to make you jealous. Though I think if I was looming over him on the lobby couch, you'd be more perceptive about the situation than dear Gold.

[liarliarliar]

Can you loom over Gold I mean he's strong and stoic and I don't think it's quite the same.

Also I've accidentally a jealous to Gold before it ended up being quite rewarding.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...

Did it have to do with volleyball?

[Because Intensity can't think of any other situation...]

[liarliarliar]

It did not. It was another boy.

Perhaps the difference though is that he's my boyfriend proper now.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Another boy?

[Immediately motioning for B to move out of range of the Live]

This I have to hear.

[liarliarliar]

Ahhh?

[hopping over]

It's not so complicated, is it?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Does that mean you're asking me to guess who the other boy is?

[liarliarliar]

You don't have to.

It's not like it's important.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

When has Gold expressing an emotion ever not been deemed important?

[liarliarliar]

He expresses them all the time. To me.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. But those are gushy things that I don't care about.

[liarliarliar]

While jealousy is more fun?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Anything that makes you this smug is more fun.

[liarliarliar]

I felt really bad about it okay!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Uh-huh. Sure you do.

Now spill the name.

[liarliarliar]

No, I do feel bad.

Just then it was a lot of fun. After.

Extremely fun.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'm sure you made it up to him.

You also keep dodging the question as if you don't want me to know.

Whyever would that be.

[liarliarliar]

It was a dumb play accident...