imeeji_frontstage | WED BED BEHEAD

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

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

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. ]

[, ]

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..?

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

[ stares at him for a little ]

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

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

Mmm.

What do you suppose the fluid is?

[ giving himself a curious tap ]

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

I imagine that isn't a good idea. . .

Your sense of feeling is unchanged? In your mouth, for example?

As far as I can ascertain, yes!

[ stares at him for a moment or two longer

i'm so curious to know if the fluid is the same color ]

I'm curious to know if the fluid is the same color.

[ . . . frowns ]

[ ... laughs ]

Do you have any filter on your thoughts, at the moment? Out of curiosity.

[ brings his hands up to press against his own cheeks. ]

. . . Surely some, but—

[ with some irritation in his voice ]

I suppose this is that "vow of honesty".

It's rather charming! I enjoy hearing your true thoughts.

I'm sure you meant "amusing," just now.

[ with a little shake of his head ]

. . . In any case. Have you any need to tend to at this moment?

No, not currently. Largely I am relieved my affliction does not seem to be taking effect.

Then—

[ with a beat of hesitation before he goes on: ]

Might I use the shower. . . ? I imagine this effect will last long enough that I should like to change into something cleaner.

Edited 2021-04-23 07:52 (UTC)

-- Oh! Of course, yes.

... Unfortunately I will have to remain in the bathroom for the duration...

For someone of your current condition, I should think that is more of a problem for yourself than for me.

[ moving glass in slippery bathroom sounds like a terrible idea ]

Perhaps a chair could be placed in the room?

If you are willing to take one there! I worry about gripping anything too hard at the moment.

Of course—

[ looking around for a chair to find. time to just steal a bar stool ]

. . . Perhaps it would be good to wrap you up in something soft. Goodness, what a difficult effect.

Edited 2021-04-30 05:43 (UTC)

It is a nuisance! We could use a blanket of mine, perhaps?

Mm, alright. Your room is . . .

[ llllllooks down the hallway for a moment ]

This way . . . ?

[ starting for that direction, kinda slow for him ]

That's right -- though you need not be so delicate.

[ he can't loop his arm through Lucifel's but he'll give it reassuring pat and more firmly move to his bedroom ]

I would prefer to be safer than not.

[ heading to the door—the one that mirrors the door from absinthe's heart game in his memory—and he takes a brief moment to stand at it before going to open the door ]

[ correct! though the inside is not nearly as messy as it was in the heart. in fact it's quite put together at the moment, with the only not-perfect aspect being the table with a half-played chess set out on it. ]

I would not wish to be more of an inconvenience than I already am, hmm?

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