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

[maidenheaven]

Yes—but you will have to accompany me for some time.

[ do you want to handwave that absinthe is following him around when lucifel goes to heal ppl with a list of relevant ppl or do you want a link to threads so he can pop in and move forward this thread for after that is all done ]

[innerdaemons]

[ for the sake of my sanity probably hand waving, ]

[maidenheaven]

[ absinthe gets to be dragged around while lucifel treats sashay and dia and possibly others then

but eventually he will go, ]

. . . I suppose everyone else has a handle on this—and I'm sure you'd like to go back to your home?

[innerdaemons]

I would, but I would not wish to force you to be there either.

[maidenheaven]

[ also holding his hand whenever he's not actively treating a person ]

Well, better myself there than you at sensitIV—it'll be busy there with the patients, after all.

[ and i don't want to take you to ☆ZRAEL. ]

But I'd like to pick something up at sensitIV before we go to BARiTONES, if you don't mind.

[innerdaemons]

But of course! You can lead away.

[maidenheaven]

[ he'll just tug him to sensitIV then—he's also careful not to pull too hard, and just kind of experimentally healing as they move in case absinthe's glass is chipping

he doesn't enter sensitIV though, just goes to the mailbox to pick up a couple of clothes and then . . . ??? a ???? plant ??? ]

[innerdaemons]

[ it's not chipping. Lucifel is gentle enough!! though Absinthe is careful to keep up too -- he doesn't want to get yanked and broken!!

he does tip his head at the plant -- ]

May I ask?

[maidenheaven]

[ folding up the clothes and putting it away in his boxbag before picking up the plant, which is a flowering chinese hibiscus ]

Ah, it's a visiting gift for your unit, of course. Your unitmate said plants would be a good visiting gift to bring.

[innerdaemons]

Did they now? And which unitmate was that?

[maidenheaven]

Would it surprise you to hear it was Alexander-san?

[ while he walks to the elevator. both hands are occupied because plant sorry ]

[innerdaemons]

[ it's fine!! he doesn't need to hold his hand at least ]

Hmm! I suppose not. That's rather charming, actually.

[maidenheaven]

I thought so, too. I'd also personally like to see how many I can sneak into your dorm until the others notice—

[ that sentence is finished but the last syllable cuts a little like he's trying to shut up ]

[innerdaemons]

My! What fiendish desires you have.

[maidenheaven]

. . . Devilish, I know. If you could please not let them in on it, I'd greatly appreciate it.

[innerdaemons]

My lips are sealed, worry you not.

[maidenheaven]

Thank you.

[ and, walking out once the elevator opens to BARiTONES, waiting at the door for him ]

[innerdaemons]

[ a little bow before following after him! ]

[maidenheaven]

[ i am assuming he'll also open the door so lucifel will stop and wait for him to move with a tip of his head as though to encourage him, like. it's your turn to play leader. ]

Now—for this "until death do us part" situation . . . I must say honestly that I would prefer not to give pep!pep! such grief, so if it's all the same to you, I'd prefer avoiding either of our deaths.

[ also i'm adjusting this tag to say that the plant is kind of trembling, or rather his arms are trembling, like the weight of it is starting to get to him ]

[innerdaemons]

I agree! I'd prefer to simply wait this out -- I'm sure this could not last forever.

[ ... he's seeing that, ]

Can I assist you ... ?

[maidenheaven]

. . . Ah. If you know of a good place for this to go to, please, by all means.

[ ccccarefully trying to hold it out to him, the planter precariously wobbling ]

[innerdaemons]

[ takes it! also very carefully, since planter vs crystal, and setting it down on a countertop. ]

That should do quite well for now.

[maidenheaven]

[ following him over, rubbing at his forearms where the bandages are a little looser on both arms. also the bruises on his neck seem to have spread, hand-shaped, over the parts of collarbone that's exposed as well as where his arm bandages are looser and easier to see ]

Thank you. I didn't think it would—

[ clears his throat ]

Ahm, that is, I didn't expect it would feel so heavy after such a short time.

[innerdaemons]

Ah! I see.


.. May I ask what you have been afflicted with? Out of curiosity.

[maidenheaven]

[ laces his fingers together, frowning a little ]

. . . I recall wedding bells and a vow, but I'm afraid I've little idea of what it could fully be.

[ a pause ]

Ah, though we also had our eyes and lips sewn shut, and a sort of—[ lets go of his fingers to make a beckoning sort of gesture turned slightly up, subdued, near his face ]—perfume that seems to be a sort of poison.

But our victory assured us respite from at least that much, I believe—at least, I don't feel any worse for the wear.