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

[crossmyheartandhope]

Thanks, dude.

For real, like - thanks.

[bondsofsuffering]

[Reaching over to ruffle his hair.]

Just leave it to me for now, alright?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He can't feel much of it through the suit, but he leans into it a little unconsciously, anyway]

Yeah. Will do.

Lemme - lemme know when you want me to change.

[bondsofsuffering]

I'm ready now, so whenever.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. Okay, sure. Uh.

Lemme just hop on up.





[But actually he does not make a move to climb up on one of the tables, after all,]

[bondsofsuffering]

[...?]

Want to close your eyes now and I can help you up?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Wow this is awful, actually,]

[He takes another couple of seconds to try and force himself toward the table, with absolutely zero success. He was pale before but is looking even worse now, honestly]



...this is. Kind of a weird question, but.

Can we do it on the floor?

[bondsofsuffering]

[




,]

Do you need it to be someplace other than an examination table?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean. Not need need, but.

[bondsofsuffering]

[Thinking it over...]

If you unhenshin on the floor and you're too out of it to notice, I can use our power to pull you up onto the table and start operation. But if that would bother you even in that state, we can move to the bathrooms since there's drains on the floor anyway.

Would one of those work?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I... yeah. Either - either way.

Whatever's good.

[bondsofsuffering]

Then go ahead and lay down here and unhenshin. Our power will make sure you don't hit anything on the way to the table.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He nods, hesitant - lies down on the floor, a little unsteady]

[Dehenshins back into that whole mess,]

[bondsofsuffering]

[And pulling that mess up onto the table!

Pausing just to make sure he doesn't freak out rn.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He is definitely not looking so hot]

[Which is to say, eyes squeezed shut, both hands holding onto the sides of the table, breathing entirely too fast and too shallow]

[Of course, that could also be from all of the everything else. Hard to say,]

[bondsofsuffering]

[Which trauma is this! Who even knows!

But he'll get to work fleshcrafting to pull out those chunks as cleanly as possible to replace them with flesh and organs from the purchased torso as needed.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The hyperventilation doesn't improve; before long, he's outright trembling, the grips of his hands white-knuckled]

[Maybe a minute in, he opens his eyes again so that he can watch Izanagi as he works, trying to keep his eyes on his face]

[bondsofsuffering]

[Noticing that:]

Hey. It's alright, I've got you.

[...]

Say - can you tell me how you met Nemesis?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It doesn't help the breathing any, or the shaking, but his eyes do focus a little more, so that's something]

I don't -

I don't, uh. Don't got that one back yet. We musta been - kids, though. Like - like thirteen or something.

[bondsofsuffering]

Then, tell me about what happened when you first remembered you knew each other here.

[His tone becomes light and pleasant even as he continues removing cement pieces and occasionally scooping up flesh from the purchased torso to replace it with.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh, jesus. It's - it's been a real long time.

[A hundred years,]

I, uh. I remembered her first. I got back - some dumb memory. We hit the town in Tokyo - r-real Tokyo, like. Not this place. Went to some parfait place in the middle of the night.

[bondsofsuffering]

[Good, focus on remembering that.]

Was she here in Imeeji, too? Did you tell her right away or anything?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breathing's still not right, and he hasn't stopped shaking, but talking seems to be grounding him, some. Looking at Izanagi's helping a little, too]

Yeah, I told her the next time I saw her. She got, like - suspicious, kinda.

Did you know, like - she didn't wanna own up to being friends at first?

[bondsofsuffering]

[There's a very slight pause while he works his way through - someone's noticed the lack of heart - but he continues speaking as if he didn't notice anything weird in particular, pulling out the rest of the piece he was going for.]

I guess it is pretty weird to realize you've got that kind of history with someone after the fact. Yvette and I were surprised when we found out we knew each other, too.

[crossmyheartandhope]

- you and Yvette knew each other?