POISON GAME: future is now

[idolpro]

[ The room is plain, white walls and white ceiling, except for the steel-panel flooring. There are three metal stands rising out of openings in the floor, each of which carries a glass vial on top. One of them just holds water. Of the remaining two, one contains a pale pink, opaque liquid with a creamy consistency; the next is tinged barely yellow like a weak tea, and would be almost completely transparent but for the pulp and fibers mixed in, drifting through it.

Both have flowers floated across the surface: the first a tiny sprinkling of cherry blossom petals; the second a small, but whole, bloomed lotus. They're cute and smell nice. ]

Comments

[hexsplosive]

Oho. . . was the last game not induction enough for pep!pep!, I wonder. . .

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Seeing as they weren't in it, probably not. Maybe Hell wants to start with a soft ball.

[hexsplosive]

Oho. . . how kind of them to believe that poison is a softball, compared to immolation and exsanguination.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's completely dependent on the poison, isn't it?

[hexsplosive]

Ahaha! You're correct there, my dear Intensity. And I've noticed that our host didn't bother to explain.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

He's useless like that. Much more of a hands off kind of guy.

And a person that loves these sort of fucking damned if you do, damned if you don't trust games.

[hexsplosive]

A man after my own heart.

[she says a bit too cheerily]

Then. . . I suppose I'll be honest. I have no particularly strong attachment to how we decide to play. My priorities would be "staying alive" and "avoiding making enemies of those who will publicly announce their intent to murder us."

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is that at the risk of poisoning another unit or taking a chance that we don't get poisoned?

[hexsplosive]

Well. . .

A little gamble with our lives could be rather fun, don't you think?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Looks fucking thrilled]

Couldn't have said it better myself.

[hexsplosive]

[SHE USED THE G-WORD, HOW DARE SHE]

I'll leave the interpretation of that statement up to you.

[nohalation]

I guess not since they weren't there . . .

[:(]

[hexsplosive]

I suppose someone is trying to prove that there is no escaping heaven nor hell's cruelty.

[nohalation]

I guess so . . .

[hexsplosive]

. . . well?

What do you think, Angel?

[nohalation]

. . . I don't want to send poison to anyone.

[hexsplosive]

[not at all surprised to hear that, but. . .]

And why not?

[nohalation]

Because I don't want to.

[hexsplosive]

[her mouth curves upwards]

I see nothing wrong with that reasoning. There is no better reason to refrain from doing something than "I don't want to."

[nohalation]

. . . you think so? Did you want to do something different though?

[hexsplosive]

Not particularly. I don't have any desire to die, nor do I want to paint a series of targets on our respective backs.

But other than that, I have no attachment to how we play at all.

[nohalation]

Oh . . . that's okay! I won't let you die!

[hexsplosive]

[. . . Angel??]

You make that declaration so easily. . .!

[nohalation]

Umm, I guess so. . . . I know sometimes it is very hard to do that kind of thing . . . the games won't let you, or they make very hard puzzles, or maybe you'll fail at protecting someone . . .

But I'll still do what I can!

[hexsplosive]

[she's going to push herself and have another breakdown like she did at the Exael game, Infinity thinks to herself]

. . . how far do you believe you can push yourself until you run out of energy?