Pretty Pretty Princess: Redux

[enterstageleft]

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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Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You dress up nice when you want to.

[carnivorouscarnival]

This ain't much of an occasion.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Make-out sessions with strangers not do anything for you? Maybe you just got a bad table.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ snorts. ]

Well, now I know what you were up to this whole game.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I didn't kiss anyone. Just commenting on what I saw.

[This actually did not happen much at his table]

[carnivorouscarnival]

Uh huh.

Now that you mention it, there was plenty of that to go around at my table, too... but not for me. As far as I'm concerned, the pickings were slim.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No accounting for taste at your table, I suppose.

[carnivorouscarnival]

You said it.

Not that I'd call any of the guys there a catch, myself.

[ well, at least not now that the love at first sight effect has worn off. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh? Who were you playing with?

[carnivorouscarnival]

Kohime, your Adora, Nemesis... then some guy on Bad End and some guy on Wild City whose names I never bothered to learn.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

I can already picture how that table turned out.

[carnivorouscarnival]

Doesn't take a whole lot of imagination to figure it out.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Should have teamed up with your wife and done---?

[Vague hand gestures]

Something.

[carnivorouscarnival]

My husband, thanks.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

My point still stands.

[carnivorouscarnival]

Nah, she was too busy locking lips with the rest of the table—right in front of my salad. Talk about a loveless marriage.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And to think she married you for your physical prowess.

[Said as so casually as he curls a hand in the front of Izumu's shirt.]

Only to have a wandering eye.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ a slight eyebrow raise, but he's not doing anything about it. ]

Seems like a dangerous gamble, if you ask me.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh?

And why is that?

[carnivorouscarnival]

'Cause too many missteps lands you on the wrong end of the physical prowess, obviously.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Hmmm.

Worth it.

[And then he tugs Izumu up into a kiss by that hand gripping his shirt.]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ well.

he missed out on all the making out this game, so this works.

he kisses back, immediately aggressive and unchaste. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Same feel, Izumu.

Same feel.

He might feel the curve of a smirk as Izumu reciprocates aggressively. Good. Just as keikaku.

And now it's their turn to make-out in front of a bunch of people since the both of them were denied before.]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ take that, general idol population! ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Too bad they are too busy having their own emotional crises.

Intensity looks as smug as hell though when he finally pulls back, breathless.]