CITRINE

[dramatispersonae]

[As the game begins, each team finds themselves standing in a small ring of stones. The crystal pillar rests in the center of the circle, easily within sight and hearing of everything that will be going on. You can leave and see the other columns if you like, but once the game has started you can't see what the other teams are doing.

Also present is a small wrought-iron table, on which a curious mechanical swan rests. There's a glass panel set into its back, under which you can see a corroded key. The swan seems to be completely lifeless.]

Comments

[inherited]

You know what I meant, Drift.

[toolate]

Then enlighten me before I become hard of hearing.

[gosh this knife, so nice and small]

[inherited]

You don't have to do this. Don't be stupid.

[toolate]

Pretend I'm not real. Then it won't bother you, right?

[inherited]

I wasn't pretending.

[toolate]

Then should I tell you something nice?