emotionshare! three! legged! RAAAAAAACE

[thepriceiswrong]

Who: Idols and their feelings
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 235, Midday

[ Upon being whisked to the Game Tower, you can feel your phone vibrate; it seems that a new app has appeared on it, named "Sharing." The lobby also seems to have a number of rooms added to it…? Upon closer inspection, they're a number of small vid rooms, with controls on the outside to choose a scenario.

In the center of the lobby sits the possibly-familiar figure of Lantana, in a plush armchair, reading a book. Or, rather, her hologram, since some people did in fact just try to stab a host just this week.

She snaps her book closed at seeing you all arrive. ]

Good, you're here.

We've dealt with memories, uncovered truths—now is for a more fundamental level of understanding. And before all of you protest, it's character-building. No, I will not change the rules or exempt you.

Please do your best not to disappoint. You've done well so far, after all.

RULES | ACTIVITIES | HOST CHATTER | TURN-IN - ENDS @ 6PM PST 5/10/20

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He's going to wait until Lucifel is a good distance away from the Game Tower before approaching this hot mess.

Hey, Servant.

How you doing, buddy?]

[sancrimony]

[ presuming no one else is around he's just kind of ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd stalling out like a computer so overloaded with all the processes running in the background that he's not really doing much else besides like, gravitating toward the general direction of the park because muscle memory. with nothing else to distract him there's just dread, grief, hatred, guilt, and a sense of bracing oneself for what's about to come. occasionally there are spikes of panic that lead to a brief BSOD, like he's stopped being capable of thinking or feeling, like his breath is being held, like he's expecting to die, but then he's still alive and dddddddddddddddddddddddddddd d dd d ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

it's not the greatest thing in the world. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Lucifel... is that normal? Standard operating procedure for you?

Making enough noise behind him to announce his presence.]

Lucifel!

[sancrimony]

[ it's not NORMALLY this bad but it is generally this direction of badness. less lucifel.exe keeps freezing up and more lucifel.exe just loads kinda slow

speaking of freezing up he does a little, more startled than anything, but on the other hand when he turns around it comes a New Process that is (a significant amount of dere and affection and respect for intensity) that washes over the rest of the other feelings. they're still There but more in the background than in the foreground ]

My - Intensity-sama. My apologies, I didn't see you.

1/3

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[There are undertones of professional concern simmering underneath the comfort and ease Intensity radiates as he approaches Lucifel.]

I'm surprised you can see anything with---

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Why is there so much dere, Sir? He's trying to concentrate.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Vague hand gestures.]

That.

I didn't know you were a veritable overflowing well of feelings.

[sancrimony]

Right now, it is still difficult for me to see.

[ taking that pretty easy, accepting the notion. yeah him being an overflowing well of feelings checks out ]

It's rather unpleasant for other people to have to endure, and moreover it's unpleasant for myself to be one. Then -

[ a brief pause, with an internal check as though to chide himself, though he's bluntly speaking watchful of intensity's emotions ]

Did you need me, Intensity-sama?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Ignoring the question, purposefully. And with no hint of seeing anything amiss about Lucifel's anger -- well, except at the surprise of its concentration. But you know what, the math checks out. Anger is the best medicine for what ails you, after all.

And quite pleased at Lucifel's bluntness:]

So what's your outlet for all that?

[sancrimony]

[





? ]

I beg your pardon?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The emotional equivalent of blinking owlishly at someone. What? Did he stutter?]

What's the outlet for your anger?

[sancrimony]

[ the blank smile and emotional equivalent of not even having remotely considered the idea of having an """""outlet"""" for all of his """""existential anger""""" such that the very concept feels alien to him ]

. . . I don't have one.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just a bunch of white noise. As if he cannot even comprehend]






What?

[sancrimony]

I don't have one.

[ again. simply. there's no blinking owlishly, just a patient repetition that doesn't even register on the emotionshare because he is still blank smile ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Points to the hotel]

SensitIV dorm.

Now.

[sancrimony]

[ ,

a brief moment of pause (a less brief moment of pause because he stops to ddddddddddd) but he does turn around. ]

Very well.

[ ????? there is nothing but confusion but he is going to sensitIV Right Now ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Continued here]