WED BED BEHEAD

[anguishallure]

Who: trauma party
Where: the game tower
When: Day 349, evening

[Today when you enter the game tower, you find yourself on what appears to be a large stage. The curtain lifts, showing you a packed house -- not with a real audience, though. The seats are full of mannequins wearing dramatic 18th century-style clothing.

Your hologram announcer today is a completely new Host, too! A tall and slender man with long dark hair, dressed equally dramatically to the mannequins including a cape and a masquerade mask, gestures broadly at all of you with sweeping theatrics.]

Welcome, our beloved idols and precious audience, to our latest foray into the twisted hearts of men! I, Grimoire of the Dark Sun Anemone, come to open a window to the chill of cruelty, the passion of loyalty, and the bloody battle between the two! Please witness with your whole black souls the beauty of love and despair!

And also, party games!

Faced with a choice between those they adore and those they abhor, our idols must now choose who to "wed", who to "bed", and who to "behead"!

--My goodness, aren't rhymes just lovely?

...Ah, yes! Now, fall into darkness and become your most beautiful, broken selves!

[Anemone pulls an oversized and incredibly stupid lever, and the floor drops out from under you -- you drop into a void, and all goes black.]

RULES ♦ ROOMS ♦ WINNERS

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[dumbjockenergy]

Sabre!

[ fuck fuck fuck she needs to find a-a SiV or--

she could be calm and level-headed if this was anyone but Sabre. ]

Sabre, c-can you hear me?

[wonderlandgirl]

I'll help. Once we have sensitIV here.

[dumbjockenergy]

Please. I don't care how many points they need, they can have them all, just--

[ God, she can only imagine how horrific this must have been. She's a crystal in her eyes. ]

[speaknoevil]

[THE NEWBIE IS PUSHING HERSELF it's okay. Hecate sees people hurt. She has to help them.

Just, getting over there is hard. She feels sick to her stomach, like she's about to throw up.

The girls will find Sabre's body floating off the ground, before being warped over to Hecate's side - where she lays on hands. Be healed. Heal.]

[wonderlandgirl]

Ah-- thank you.

[She steps back, allowing Hecate room to work; she essays a small, sad smile at Arya, resting a hand on her shoulder.]

We'll - we can fix this. I promise. We'll bring her back.

[speaknoevil]

[The moment Hecate is done, she's already off - not sparing a second to rest, despite looking very much like she's about to barf.

Bye.]

[dumbjockenergy]

[ Arya's reaction to her wife being taken from her is-- not good. ]

Be careful with her!

[ It's a good thing Wednesday is there because she might fall apart even more than she already is. ]

They shouldn't-- If they move her too much they're going to hurt her--!

[wonderlandgirl]

It's okay. I promise, we'll bring her back as best we can. She's - she can fix this...

[She hopes she looks reassuring. Thank God for Cloud Nine, really.]

We both can.

[dumbjockenergy]

She better be okay! If she's not--!

[ She closing her mouth with an audible click.

Yelling won't help, no matter how scared she is. It'd be easy to yell and make demands and play Force Captain to get her way right now, but how much would it actually help? ]

Just- Just revive her.

[wonderlandgirl]

I will. I promise.

[She smiles again. Thinks--]

Can I - make an offer? You can say No if you want to, but - I don't know how much you know about Cloud Nine, but it's basically a mood stabilizer and - and that's the only reason I'm not a crying mess right now...

I can - use it on you, if you want. But only if you want.

[dumbjockenergy]

...Okay. Okay, you can do that.

[ She needs to be stable for Sabre. ]

But help her first. [ Now that Hecate has managed to get her somewhat fixed. ]

[wonderlandgirl]

Promise.

[Wednesday drops to her knees; she places both hands on Sabre's chest: and it's just like always, and if she closes her eyes she can almost forget why she's got such a tight grip on Cloud Nine right now....

[There's the electric feeling that builds in her body, the tingling in her arms and her finger; there's the faint glow of static where her hands meet Sabre's body. There's the way it builds and radiates, the arc of power flowing from her fingers into Sabre's chest. It builds and it builds and it burns and then it's gone, flowing from her and leaving, for a moment, a tingle in her hands, then on her fingers, then nothing at all.

[Wednesday opens her eyes.]

She should be - back, now.

[And takes Arya's hand, and squeezes it: radiating calm.]

There.

[hissterics]

[ She shifts in Adora's arms, making a pained sound as her awareness slowly starts flooding back.

She tilts her head, staring blearily at Wednesday.

. . . ? ]

[hissterics]

[ THANK YOU NEWBIE

The host's revival hadn't stuck, but heals mean that the second revival could probably, actually work this time. ]

[dumbjockenergy]

[ She is just going to lovingly cradle her wife as gently as she can. ]

[hissterics]

[ Once the revival sets in -- she lurches in Adora's arms, making a pained little keening sound deep in her throat ]

[dumbjockenergy]

[ The sight of Sabre alive and moving eases the clenching in her chest a little bit, and she brushes Sabre's hair from her face as gently as she can. ]

It's okay, Sabre. I've got you, I'm right here.