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. ]

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[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.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'll come back.

[This is a statement. Not a reassurance.

Yeah.

Sure it is]

[nohalation]

. . . I know.

[But that's not the part she's worry about.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

If one of your "friends" picks you out of the crowd, I'm going to give them hell outside of the game.

[nohalation]

. . . uh oh!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Maybe I'll fuse one of C's furbies to their fucking front door.

[nohalation]

[makes a face like (unsure)]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What? You don't approve?

[nohalation]

Um . . . C said they were friends, I guess.

[but her face seems DOUBTFUL]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh? So you know what "friends" I'm talking about? Or are there more friends I should know about?

[nohalation]

I hope there aren't more furby friends . . .