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]

So. . . when cornered, you choose to put our unit reputation above your own life?

[metafaliure]

Not always. In this case the only reason we don't have an option where nobody is hurt is because of me acting impulsively.

[hexsplosive]

[. . . hmph]

Having our decision taken away from us because we chose to react chaotically leaves a rancid taste in my mouth.

[and thus]

If that's your plan of action, then far be it from me to take that from you as well, Bell.

[metafaliure]

We could always choose to poison another team, but I also don't like having to admit that we poisoned someone else because of my mistake.

[hexsplosive]

[suddenly understanding that this decision is coming from Bell 100% wanting to save face]

. . . I'll admit, my initial inclination is to send the poison to another team and keep the antidote for ourselves.

But!

[shruggo]

Again, I'll defer to your preference on this front.

[metafaliure]

[ yeah she can't look dumb in front of the other units ]

We can send an antidote to one of the healer teams. SensitIV, or the new one. That way if it messes me up too badly we have leverage to ask for help.

[hexsplosive]

[REPUTATIONS ARE IMPORTANT, INFINITY KNOWS THIS]

Very well. It sounds as though that's the only damage control we can really do in this situation.

Making lemonade out of lemons, am I right?

[metafaliure]

Drinking the lemon juice that drips down our faces after one's been thrown at us, more like. Still, we'll be fine.

[hexsplosive]

Such confidence. . . but I don't believe you're wrong.