PSEUDO-UNITSWAP GAME

[opening_act]

Who: Calling all units
Where: To the game tower and back
When: Day 215, Afternoon

[ When you find yourself in the game tower elevator, Exael's hologram is stage-whispering, one hand aside her mouth as she leans in like she's sharing a secret. ]

Shhh, shhh, everyone let's not spoil the surprise! I can't wait to see them, all topsy-turvy and mixed up, and in all new cute stage outfits too! It's a challenge for all our idols, all of them given each other's scripts. Anyway, it's starting soon, so let's dim the lights and start the show!

[ And her hologram vanishes, as the elevator comes to a halt. And lets you off… in your own dorm? But something's different. Something is very different.

Your phone vibrates, and you can see your lives and aesthetic have been temporarily reassigned. ]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Wearing this as he approaches her in the lobby.

And just staring.

Paladins with unlimited healing. Is this worse or better than zombie!paladins who can't die?



(Definitely worse in D.Va's case.)

Picks up a tea and immediately turns it into alcohol before taking a sip.

This is self-care.]

You're settling in quickly.

[420blazeit]

[ she whistles as she shamelessly looks him up and down. ] And are you going to top me off, Intensity? I'd like a little extra self-care too~

[ chuckles, sitting up juuuust a bit. ]

[ and not dying is definitely worse, because she'll just be killing herself over and over and over again. she can't heal herself if she's nothing more than a smear on the pavement! ]

Gotta make do! and points are points, doesn't matter how I get them. [ curls a finger at him. ] How about helping a girl out~

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Not moving closer or doctoring her drink.]

Oh? Looking for a counter-Live to pay the bills?

I assume you have another half dozen pet projects in the works.

[420blazeit]

[ coiling her tail around his ankle and tugging him closer whether he likes it or not. ]

Bingo! it's only fair, since you got some points for attending my Live that you throw one in return, so I can get a few extra points.

And I always have stuff in the works, Intensity, you should know that by now, but if I share is another story.

Counter-live: Gambling

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Ah ah ah.

Puppeteer to keep her limbs to herself. No touchie.]

Then shall we make a wager?

Re: Counter-live: Gambling

[420blazeit]

[ you just gave her the most wicked idea of them all, intensity. ]

Absolutely. [ still going to try to touchie, regardless if she can or not. ] What are the stakes?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

One future favor.

I wouldn't want to rob you of your hard day's work.

[420blazeit]

Deal.

And what's the game?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Just a simple numbers game. The person who guesses closest without going over is the winner.

And the bet.

How many times are you going to use the healing powers - on yourself, an important distinction - before the clock strikes midnight and you turn back into a Paladin?

[420blazeit]

[ snorts. ]

You do realize you can't win, right, ..?

Because let's say, for instance, you guess... 50. I'll just guess 100 or something. Hurt myself, on purpose, 50 times, then heal myself, 50 times, and whatever happens happens for the rest of the game.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's only if I take the high number.

Guest can place their bet first.

[420blazeit]

You'd be stupid to pick a low number.

And, ah, no. We write them down. I'm not interested in giving you the edge, Intensity.

Don't be that guy on Price is Right, going on under.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Fine then. We write them down.

But that means you lose your advantage as well.

A level playing field. Novel.

[And he does drop the puppetering so she can write it down]

[420blazeit]

What advantage? Going second didn't give me jack shit.

[ she's tempted to sock him for puppeting her, btw, but she refrains. ] You owe me a drink for that BS, BTW. [ looks around for some scrap paper. ]

And, question, what are you doing later...? You were gone a while and you deserve a proper welcome back~

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He reaches over to whatever drink is closest to her and taps it.

Enjoy the Moscow Mule.]

. . .

What constitutes a proper welcome back?

[420blazeit]

[ and there goes that cup of tea. oh well. she hadn't been too attached. picks up the new drink and stares down at it... trying to figure out what the hell he just made her. ]

[ to hell with it - sips, chuckling from behind the rim. ] Some private self-care.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Aren't you going to be busy testing out the limits of your new abilities?

[420blazeit]

No.

[ said simply. ]

Nothing beats not being able to die, Intensity. And being able to Henshin in order to hold myself together. I'm not really thrilled about this powerset if I'm being honest. I can heal myself, sure, and I can numb myself, sure, but, uh, woop-de-doo?

If I'm not quick enough I'm dead, and what good is that going to do me?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, if I'm being completely honest I'm more interested in seeing what your powers are capable of behind closed doors. Me and my friends, both.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Laughs]

You want me to get them drunk for you?

That's more dangerous for you than it is for me.

[420blazeit]

Don't be so narrow-minded, Intensity,

[ insert some not so sane laughter here. ]

You could puppeteer them, yeah?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Thinks about this seriously]

It's a little difficult since I don't have any.

But not necessarily impossible.

[420blazeit]

Is that how that ability works? [ guess who doesn't read... ]

c'Mon Doc Ock, you could tot- [ cuts herself off right there, because, nevermind. ] Now that's what I want to hear.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Hums thoughtfully to himself for a moment.]

Turn off the Live.

And let's go for a talk. Walk. Whatever it's called.

[420blazeit]

[ does so. ]

Por que no los dos~ [ follows wherever he's headed. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He heads toward the elevators.

Which he stands awkwardly in front of for a few moments before---

Oh.

Right.

Presses the button to call it.

Like a fucking peasant.]