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…. ]


Tables || Sign Ups || Game Rules || Items & Effects || Turn In & Winning Criteria || FAQ || Talk to the Host

Comments

[unbr8kable]

Are crows lactose intolerant?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I dunno... maybe?

They ain't mammals, yeah?

[unbr8kable]

Plenty mammals can't eat cheese. Like...most of 'em, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dogs can, though, right?

And like... mice. Platapuses.

[unbr8kable]

You ain't never seen a platapus eat cheese.

...Have you?

[crossmyheartandhope]

They make milk, right?

S'gotta mean they can do cheese, too.

[unbr8kable]

Sheep make milk. They don't eat cheese.

...Do they?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...maybe?

I mean, they probly could. If they wanted.

[unbr8kable]

I dunno...

[pause]

...Could check out some local sheep and find out.

[crossmyheartandhope]

We got local sheep?

[unbr8kable]

Bet Angel does.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Man, I bet you're right.

Gotta text her later, see if they like cheddar.

[He doesn't look in a hurry to do it now, though - has settled in against her, leaning comfortably]

[unbr8kable]

[Oddly enough, she does not seem to have an issue with this]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Oh, good]

[Maybe she won't mind if he settles a little closer, then. He's still under the effect of the ring from the game, and it is really starting to get to him,]

[unbr8kable]

[As per usual, Nemesis seems perfectly comfortable with him cuddling in close, and leans in herself as well]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Seems like he is extra cuddly today (or, rather, he is the same amount of cuddly as normal, but no as able to suppress it with outside forces wrecking his will saves)]

[Whatever the case, though, it isn't long before he reaches out to take her hand]

[unbr8kable]

[Her fingers curl around his easily enough. She looks over to him, glancing at his face]

You okay?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes - ducks his head a little]

Ah... yeah. Sorry. This okay?

[unbr8kable]

[Nudges into him, not releasing his hand]

You tell me. If you need me to go "talk to" somebody...

[crossmyheartandhope]

What? No, I - no.

I'm just.

[He flushes a little deeper]

Pretty sure some of the game stuff ain't done, yet.

[unbr8kable]

Oh yeah? Figured you weren't affected by any of that kinda stuff since you were so chill during the game.

[crossmyheartandhope]

N-nah. Wasn't that lucky.

[unbr8kable]

Coulda fooled me. Figured otherwise you woulda let loose, as much as you like smooching.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... you didn't wanna, yeah? So I was trying to be good.

[unbr8kable]

None of you wannaed! And being pushy with that's a bad look.