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]

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.