Team Post: Coral

[dramatispersonae]

[The room you step into is bare and depressing. Gray, damp stone walls, a dusty and worn table, a few candles providing dim light . . . There is, at least, a meager spread of bread, cheese, and meat laid out on the table. A pitcher of water and a few glasses are set upon it as well.]

[Most notworthy as you enter the room, however, is the sudden implicit understanding of the rules of the game:

1. There are 13 teams, and 3 among them are "wolves". That is, 3 specific teams will be choosing another team to "eat" each night. The team that is selected to be eaten will be killed.
2. Each day, every team must participate in the poll to decide who among them is the most suspicious; the most likely to be one of the wolf teams that is eating someone each night.
3. The two teams chosen as the most suspicious each day will be put up together in a poll for everyone to discuss and vote on. Teams are to vote for who they believe to be the most suspicious between the two, and the team selected as the most suspicious will be executed.
4. Any attempt to save those being put to death will be severely punished.
5. Although the ultimate goal is to find the 3 "wolf" teams, that is not the only way to win memories. This particular rule is left somewhat vague, but there is the impression that Jacobi and Jabberwock will be considering other factors as well . . .

You also are aware of the fact that your team are sheep]

Comments

[pitching]

No . . . no, no no, not this game. And they changed the rules . . .

[blackjacked]

. . .





[UUUUUH]

[blackjacked]

[-- pulls his composure back together super quickly, though]

This game? Changed what rules? You've played this before?

[pitching]

[sitting against a wall, running hands through his hair, visibly panicking]

But we just . . . that last game . . . why now?

[blackjacked]

. . .

[y-yes too many questions at once. reaches for Dragonfly's shoulder, hiding his own tenseness well]

Oi, Dragonfly. . .

[digitalemperor]

Dragonfly...?

[pitching]

[nope REJECTING THIS IS HAPPENING. Maybe if I pretend hard enough, it will be a dream and everything will be nice.]

Shark . . .

[digitalemperor]

[Will just reach for your hand to hold as Kit comforts you as well.]

We're right here with you this time.

[blackjacked]

[trying to catch his gaze while he comforts Dragonfly]

[digitalemperor]

[His key is noticeably finished and in place at least. Looking over at Kit as he takes Dragonfly's hand, questioning.]

[digitalemperor]

[Well we've talked to some other teams and now as we regroup...]

[Punching the fuck out of a wall.]

Shit.

[pitching]

[COMPLETELY UNAWARE]

What is it . . .

[digitalemperor]

...Kunzite. I'm almost certain.

[pitching]

.....................

[Shit.]

No way.

[blackjacked]

[scrubbing at his face and letting out a curse of his own]

Damn it--

[digitalemperor]

[I am just. Kicking the wall. Uselessly. This will either make me feel better or make my foot hurt.]

[blackjacked]

[YOU DO THAT I am angrily pacing, letting out a string of muttered (yet vicious) curses as I do so]

[pitching]

[FREAKING OUT OVER HERE, nope nope I AM REJECTING THIS REALITY]

[blackjacked]

[ALSO FREAKING OUT, though it's quiet and internal-- and he pulls back his poker face when he sees his teammate]

-- Dragonfly.

[reaching for immediately]

[blackjacked]

[SO THAT REALLY SUCKED]

[slumping against a wall immediately, hands running through his hair]

[digitalemperor]

[Arm around Dragonfly's shoulder, whatever else is happening in here he is not letting go.]

[The screaming is still ringing in his ears.]

[pitching]

[just]

[not moving]

[blackjacked]

[tilts his head back until it thunks against the wall]

Shit.

[pitching]

[SOMETIME AFTER THE NAP '-']

[blackjacked]

[is sitting nearby, running his hand through Hikaru's hair, waiting for him to wake up. is also strangely and thoughtfully quiet]