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Iolite

[There are no real rooms in this game, but despite all the people, the Ring seems roomy enough that you can go off in a little huddle with your team without bumping elbows with any other team -- and if you’re the type to notice this sort of thing, you may realize that although you can still see and hear everybody else, their presence doesn’t really seem to intrude upon your discussion. It would be a stretch to say they’re muted. . . but somehow, things don’t get too loud or disruptive to your conversation.]

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[Nick hands someone on your team the cardboard tube from a roll of paper towel, with a hopeful smile.]

Of course, if you don’t like it, you can trade it with a team that does.

[what in the . . . ]

I see . . .

Mm, I'll keep it.

Ah, excellent, I see you’ve chosen your tokens! Let us proceed. . . you see, I thought. . . well, these things may be trash, but surely they’re good for something. And to make a game of it, I thought. . . you might as well use your imaginations. So! Tell me, what is the best use you can imagine for your item?

[taking out a pair of scissors and cutting off small sections at the top of the tube]

[one, two, three . . . hmm, four . . . ]

[checking out what is left of the tube, then flattening it]

[. . . folding it into a triangle, cutting the ends just a notch, and folding them up to create a solid bottom]

[considering it . . . and setting it down on the floor, dropping a few rocks in to keep it standing up]

[and tossing a ring over to circle around the tube until it settles to the bottom, followed by another and another and another~]

Haha, a game in a game, what do you think?

[. . . . . . . . . . . and he's back asleep]

They’re a bit sad looking, aren’t they? Your tokens, I mean. So now I ask that you glorify them. Imagine them as bigger, better versions of themselves. Like a child’s clay model of a horse transformed into a real, beautiful charger -- tell me about the secret soul of your token. What is it the shadow of, the seed of? If it could grow, what might it grow up into?

[mussing his hair as that wakes him up]

It's growing now . . . ?

[yaaaaawn]

[curling back up]

It's the soul of a game, isn't it? The spirit of a child at play . . . It doesn't need to grow, because it's always somewhere, no matter how large . . . Or, hmm, small . . . . . . . . . .

The soul of a game? I see, I see. . .

I'm sorry to disturb your nap again, but I've asked the others to name their tokens -- would you please do so as well?

. . . Joie de vivre . . .

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Iolite

Round One

Discussion

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Final Decision

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Round Two

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Round Three

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Round Four

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