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]

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.

[softlyfalling]

[ questioning it seems like a great way to make him self-conscious so

she won't. ]

How's the rest of your unit holding up?

[mind_blown]

[that he's less sure about.]

... Arya's probably in panic mode. Same for Levity. The usual when you wanna comfort the people important to you.

[softlyfalling]

Yeah, I know that kind of panic.

...did they try to hug you.

[mind_blown]

[??]

... What?

[softlyfalling]

...oh you just sounded kind of put-upon and clearly your unit likes you, so.

[mind_blown]

Ah.

Please, Arya barely knows what a hug is.

[softlyfalling]

She seems like the sort to be enthusiastic about them once she finds out, so be careful.