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[criminaljustice]

Who: SOME NOISEMAKERS AND YOU
Where: THE TVS, YOUR PHONE, BUT MOSTLY OUTSIDE IN THE "CITY"
When: Day 3, early morning

[there's an alert of a live! it's a very noisy one, just in case you thought to turn it off and roll back over because fuck getting up early when you had shitty reality of the idol situation dumped into your lap thanks to that game, amirite?

the camera's focused in on a certain member of BAD END=DEAD END who does not seem the least bit sorry if he's disturbed anyone's sleep. he's wearing this outfit and is also holding a chunk of a cinderblock aloft, eyeing the game tower building.]

Time to blow off some steam.

[and through a window the cinderblock goes.

it does make a satisfying smashing sound, doesn't it? well, he's not gonna stop there, moving to retrieve the block while flipping the bird for the cameras to pick up because specifically: fuck the hosts.]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Looks like the peanut gallery has arrived.

[zugzwange]

[ holds his hand out ]

Salt please.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Also holds his hand out]

Points please.

[zugzwange]

[ stoops down to pick up his own piece of cinderblock and toss it to him ]

Fifteen, right there.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Catches it, raising an eyebrow at him]

And what does it take to earn your high score?

[zugzwange]

I was giving you a point per inch, maybe. [ waves his hand, quickly ] A joke, if you couldn't see it right away. But I didn't say what the fifteen was out of, so I'll leave it as a secret for now.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Tosses the cinderblock over his shoulder without looking (or causing any property damage).

It does not clear fifteen inches]

Your turn.

[zugzwange]

I can't possibly best that, it's better to fold while you're ahead then.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

But how will we ever know if you don't try.

[zugzwange]

How do you know anything?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

By doing it.

[zugzwange]

Are you good at dancing?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's a secret.

[zugzwange]

Even if you're horrific it at, you shouldn't let that fear hold you back.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...

Are you trying to pull some reverse psychology bullshit on me?

[zugzwange]

Reverse psychology? That sounds overly complicated. . .

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You're right. Much too complicated for you.

[zugzwange]

I do know where I fall, after all.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[I---

No, bro.

You're supposed to jump to the bait. That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works]

And how do you know anything?

[zugzwange]

Since I'm bad at everything then it stands to reason I'd be bad at dancing.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You can stop that self-pity train right there.

[zugzwange]

Does it disgust you?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What the fuck is wrong with you?

[zugzwange]

What about it unsettles you so much?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Trash that never aspires to be more than trash can just stay in the goddamn dumpster.