Room Three

[dramatispersonae]

[You find yourself in a room with several other people, some of whom you may know but none from your own team.

Outside, the sound of barking has grown louder and more vicious. You don't have long to decide who you'll send to them. Talk among yourselves, and when you're ready, vote here.]

Comments

[unavoidable]

A suspicion game, then?

[uneulogized]

No, a popularity game. We choose who we want dragged off. It can't involve suspicion if that person doesn't even know who they are.

[unavoidable]

That's true.

[uneulogized]

Are you serious?

[trope_attack]

it's not fair!

[someone is new]

[uneulogized]

Yeah, well, here we are.

[trope_attack]

There has to be a better way. I mean, they're just dogs.

[uneulogized]

I think the dog thing is more hypothetical than reality.

[squirreledaway]

... So, we should vote for whoever is comfortable being hurt for now.

[squirreledaway]

Tch... and don't fucking vote for yourselves.

[unavoidable]

Do we have any volunteers for the first vote?

[squirreledaway]

[NOPE, NOT VOLUNTEERING.]

I hope someone steps up soon.

[itsalluseless]

I can take it.

[uneulogized]

It's a matter of a goddamn blind choice.

[squirreledaway]

Yeah, whatever. That's how the personae always do things.

You want to make it a popularity contest? Have at it. All I care about is someone not being stupid and voting for themselves like an idiot, and then getting killed.

[uneulogized]

There's a problem there. Do people usually get healed better if they're killed, or just maimed?

[decider]

[YAWNS AND SETTLES DOWN FOR A NAP]

[squirreledaway]

[well i see you have found the most effective way to deal with this.]

[decider]

[slits an eye open and winks at him]

[squirreledaway]

[... cats.]

Sleeping the game away?

[karlsefni]

[yeah no i am not participating in this conversation.]

[decider]

[the corner is a nice place for napping]

[karlsefni]

[i don't want to nap there are people here >:c

but there is a cat and i am willing to sit near the cat. refrains from petting, tho.]

[decider]

[just as well he'd probably get cranky about it]

Results

[oohfoxylady]

[The dogs appear, five large, dark shapes more shadow than flesh, with angry red eyes. One lunges at Battler, biting down on his arm and sinking its teeth in deep!

—But then it whimpers in confusion and slinks back, tail between its legs. The others shy away as well.

In a puff of smoke and shame, they vanish.]