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

Comments

[mind_blown]

It's a fucking mess.

[softlyfalling]

Ahaha.

It's real fucking bad!

[mind_blown]

You okay?

[softlyfalling]

...the worst part is that I am, actually.

You?

[mind_blown]

Eh. Something's still wrong with me.

[he flashes the red mark on his wrist.]

But my skin's not melting. I'll take it, in terms of bad games fin's had recently.

[softlyfalling]

That's—definitely true.

More the emotional too is the problem we're having but that's not new.

[mind_blown]

Yeah?

[though, he does seem to rub at his wrists lightly after the flash, and now that he's not actively checking on bad end.]

[softlyfalling]

Ah...

[ not that she really has been paying attention to it, but there's some light markings on her own wrists. ]

...you too?

[mind_blown]

Probably.

Doesn't look tailored.

[he is just,

keeping cool. yeah. keeping cool.]

[softlyfalling]

[ studying him, for a moment— ]

It was really—

...unsettling.

[mind_blown]

The worst of it healed before we even got out here.

Guess I should be glad so many people decided FiN's worth fucking.

[to put it very crudely]

[softlyfalling]

[ her mouth twists in an uncomfortable sort of way at the phrasing, and she twiddles with her hair. ]

"Glad" might still be a strong word.

[mind_blown]

Better than cliffing us.

Which, is exactly what we ended up doing to BAD END.

So, you know, getting tied up and burnt and bones broken and fused doesn't sound so bad.

[softlyfalling]

[ yikes ]

...honestly. I suppose I can't complain.

[mind_blown]

What, mostly wed?

[softlyfalling]

Two for three.

...we had a lot of friends in that group.

[mind_blown]

Congrats. You're so lucky.

[softlyfalling]

...wish I felt lucky.

[mind_blown]

Eh, weren't you the guys that'd spite die once upon a time?

Probably got a different calculus than me.

[softlyfalling]

[ she pinches the bridge of her nose. ]

Probably. We try not to do that much, at least.

[mind_blown]

[Sure Jan.]

Whatever.

You can only ever fully account for you. What other teams do or how they play is what it is.

[softlyfalling]

I guess.

Only so much one can do, perhaps.

[mind_blown]

Only so much you can do, yeah.

[he reaches out to pat her shoulder.]

[softlyfalling]

[ ah, ]

...thanks.

[mind_blown]

No problem.