The Last Supper - future is now

[idolpro]

[ The elevator lets you out into a private room: from the decor, it is doubtlessly an enclave of the restaurant you saw earlier on screen.

Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]

Comments

[nohalation]

Um . . .

[Thinks about it sssslowly.]

I don't. Like. It . . . but I . . . I think I would hate it more if. If everyone else went crazy. I don't know.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Are you more afraid of killing, dying, or causing pain to the rest of the unit?

[nohalation]

[Give her a moment to think about this.]















[This is not fun.]

. . . I, I think. Causing pain to the rest of the unit?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then you absolutely should not be the fucking heart.

[nohalation]

. . .

. . .

[nods]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

Tell me what you're thinking.

[nohalation]

[What is she thinking? Hmm.]

I feel hungry.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[God Angel of all the things to say.

Reaches out to gently stroke her hair]

Ignore it as best you can.

[nohalation]

[It is uncomfortable and candy actually sounds terrible for once? But she will sit closer to make it easier for him to do that.]

I guess so. Umm, it is also hard to smile, but it feels very, very bad not to. I don't like this feeling either.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Do you feel like you have to smile through this?

[nohalation]

[Nods.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Why?

[nohalation]

Because I am an idol. Not just here, but also at home.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And is that who Angel wants to be?

[nohalation]

It makes me feel happy to be one for some reason. That's why it feels bad.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Never feel bad about who you fucking are.

If that's what you want to be, then fuck these producers for making a mockery of it.

[nohalation]

[ . . . just latches onto a bit of his sleeve with her thumb and finger. Only a tiny bit though.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He is... not sure how to interpret that]

[nohalation]

[She's not tellin' either.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Hesitates for a moment before sitting down next to her]

[nohalation]

[Good.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[What do you want from him, Angel? He has no fucking idea.

. . .

Reaches out to wrap an arm around her shoulder and pull her up against his side]

[nohalation]

[Blinks, surprised in the face. Looks up at him.]

Is something wrong? Are you upset too?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

This is going to be a bad game. Like the fucking house.

[nohalation]

. . . if they take you away . . .

[She doesn't know how to finish that sentence. Hm, let us not finish that sentence.]