CAPTIVE GAME: WILD CITY & Worldbreaker

[idolpro]

[ You're in a room with no doors or windows, about the size of a living room. Depending on how many of you are around, it might feel a little cramped. The walls and ceiling are draped with fabrics, the floor covered in colorful rugs and piles of sitting cushions, but you can see the dirt ground and untreated wood walls peeking through in places. There are three or so oil lamps to light the space, each placed on a stump-like round little table that isn't big enough to hold much else. It's kind of cozy, but...

Most of the cushions are embroidered with an array of colors, but there's one pillow in particular, set aside from the rest, that's one solid color – Challah's position color. ]

Comments

[everylast]

... Is this some idea of a sick joke?!

[ His voice breaks, deeper and angrier and ... quite a far departure from the soft and gentle himbo prince he's presented as thusfar. ]

[presentational]

[ turns back to human form, loosely curled up at the base of empty chair. ]

They got to it faster than us.

[everylast]

And, now, Challah suffers for it.

[presentational]

Those are the rules.

[everylast]

What keeps us from playing as if we were the homeland of our captive, and saying "rules are meant to be broken"? We'll force the hosts to listen to us and return her.

[presentational]

Why would they listen to us?