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

[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.

[innerdaemons]

Mm. The game itself ... The effects in the moment were -- unpleasant, but at least the after-effects were not so debilitating. I am relieved to hear that much.

[maidenheaven]

Indeed—it is only a little troubling to speak sometimes—

[ pauses like his throat closed off but he looks absinthe over ]

—though truth be told I'm quite concerned about your condition. Ah, the glass one, that is.

[innerdaemons]

It is a tad concerning, isn't it?

[ he (lightly) taps his own translucent skin ]

But I assume this too will fade in time.

[maidenheaven]

Is it the same in . . . every part of your body? For example, your organs . . .

[innerdaemons]

[ , ]

I haven't thought to check!

[maidenheaven]

Perhaps it would be prudent to do so—if you have no organs, it might be pointless to eat.

[innerdaemons]

Would there be a safe way to do do...?

[maidenheaven]

Most simply, you could check the mirror with your clothes off—?

If that feels too eerie, I could check for you, but—

[ actually he doesn't know if that's "too personal" given their history. ]

[innerdaemons]

[, ]

Ah! But if my skin were see through would I not be able to see the veins and bones in my arms, and the like..?

[maidenheaven]

One would think so, but—for example, I cannot . . .

[ stares at him for a little ]

I cannot see your skull, or your brain . . .

[innerdaemons]

I can only guess that would apply to the rest of me, then.

[maidenheaven]

Mmm.

What do you suppose the fluid is?

[innerdaemons]

[ giving himself a curious tap ]

That, I'm not aware of. I almost wish I could break myself open and see.