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Pretty Pretty Princess: Redux

Who: Those Who Play Games
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 300

[ Today you step out of the elevators and into the game room to find yourselves in an airy Grand Ballroom. Maybe, if you've been here long enough--you might recognize this room?

At the front of the room is a buffet table featuring finger sandwiches, petit fours, and savory pastries as well as a variety of small desserts complemented by bottoms-up turned teacups and steaming hot kettles set up for self-serve. From nowhere to be seen comes the sound of instruments playing. Up above, tethered to the ceiling, are what appear to be long curtains. …

The small, square tables feature place cards that as of yet are mysteriously empty, but other than that--there is nothing on the table. Those who have walked in and might prefer to walk out again will find they are mysteriously barred from exiting…. ]

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[ ok she hasn't noticed that she's been helpfully dressed in that kind of early-00's punk ballerina sort of look because she's too busy feeling like she wants to scrub the entire inside of her head with steel wool thanks she hates this

bye! ]

[ She's honestly the first person Amaranth is looking for, though. ]

...Hope.

[ Her tone is gentle but insistent—trying to draw her back to the world. Why does she know so many people who dissociate. ]

[ for a moment she makes a sound almost like a growl in the back of her throat—

and then she squeezes her eyes shut, hard, and doesn’t quite turn to face Amaranth. ]

...yes?

I was worried you might not be alright, with all those effects faded.

Well. I suppose it'd be even sillier for me to say I am entirely fine, at this point.

...If I had lived that memory first, I would not have kissed you. Even with... that lip paint.

But to have lived that memory at all feels like a worse violation.

Well. That's all there is, in that one.

I'm—

...I'm sure you wouldn't have. At the time, though, I...

[ She doesn't say anything, yet; just waits for her to find the words she's looking for. ]

[ she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. ]

...at the time I did—want that, and now it’s hard to say... how much of it was me.

[ keeping her voice pitched soft—as much for privacy as for some attempt at gentleness ]

I imagined that might be the case.
Even though I just sought you ought... if you would rather I gave you space, it is not too much to ask.

It’s... fine, really.

Just, well. No physical comfort, but you know that.

[ she dips her head in acknowledgment—a little deeper than typical, actually? ]

"Fine" doesn't really seem like the right word here.
But if you're comfortable with it, I thought I might walk you back to BAD END's rooms.

Ah—

[ she clearly has to think about the question a little, but— ]

That would be—nice. If you don’t mind.

[ they follow after, trying to stay next to her. ]

Unpleasant, wasn't it?

[ that’s ok she is very happy to just stick next to them honestly. ]

The worst. I hate it. I hate it I hate it I hate it I—

It's funny. People keep telling me things aren't going to hurt like that in this place. But it's just more of the same, isn't it?

It’s just more of the same—

[ she just like, starts chucking plastic jewelry across the room— ]

...and it just felt—fine. That’s the worst part.

Mm. I called two different people Master and didn't even hate it a little. And I was made to love someone and even now I can't quite shake the feeling.

...all right well I suppose it’s a good thing I told Amaranth she might need to kill me, huh.

Oh! She's very good at that. Putting down beasts exactly like me is what she did back home, so you're in good hands.

On one hand when you say it like that it, something about it makes me uncomfortable, but on the other hand I, you know, hunt down and kill my own kind, so.

It's the most fitting end for things like us.

...to be killed by someone who understands?

That's right.

Well, I suppose it'll especially have to be you because I can never have Amaranth look at me ever again.

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