The Last Supper - AlcheME!

[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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[honoraria]

So we aim for the teams with the fewest unknowns.

[which, I guess that means A can have his revenge on Avante after all???]

[afailedmurder]

We have a one in four shot with Wild City.

[whoops the only revenge he cares about is the one he's getting against C]

[neigh_sayer]

Which would be Avante, Bad End, Future is Now. . .and Wild City, yes.

What do we know about each of those teams.

[liftoft]

I met a whole buncha Bad End during the break, so there's a lot of 'em in this game.

[afailedmurder]

I'm vetoing Bad End. We already tried that once.

[honoraria]

That's...fair. We don't have any better idea of who the heart might be, so...

[J looks like he really, really, really does not want to be a part of this conversation

is it everyone's imagination or his hair start to lengthen and writhe a little in its ponytail...]

[neigh_sayer]

God, fine, Bad End is off the table! But if that's how you want to play, Future is Now and Avante are more reliable targets. And--

. . .

J, is your hair alright?

[honoraria]

[his eyelids droop briefly as if he's falling asleep but he forces them back open. his scrunchie quietly snaps and pings off into a corner somewhere, and...yep. hair writhing gently around his shoulders.]

I am--very stressed, right now--

[neigh_sayer]

. . .

[ah right, monsters]

I see. . .

[what if he reaches out to touch it]

[honoraria]

[a couple locks of hair lift to greet his hand, they don't seem aggressive or hostile. more...curious?

nevertheless J is going to throw himself away from C, which effectively is him tumbling out of his chair in whatever way is away from him]

Fuck! C!

[neigh_sayer]

--eh! Sorry, I was curious. . .

[liftoft]

Avante has somebody new on it right now too, she's not really somebody I wanna attack if we can help it. The Wild City guy I spoke to didn't seem to think anything would make this situation better or worse. I didn't get a good idea of what the future is now guy thought, but he was new too...

[honoraria]

Somehow I'm not surprised. I'm not too familiar with the more established members of those teams, though.

[his scrunchie snaps and pings off into a corner, letting his long hair loose. it's...definitely writhing a little around his shoulders. hmm.]

[liftoft]

Uh... do you wanna maybe deal with--

[ gestures at the... hair ]

All o' that? If you monster out, our ability to make or execute any plans probably gets shot.

[honoraria]

I'm not doing this on purpose--!

[neither does he seem to be able to calm it down, though]

[liftoft]

No, I know! I-I just mean, we can try and... calm you down?

[neigh_sayer]

[mmmm a lot is happening and J is stressing out and



. . .]


Then that settles it.

I'm fine if you all want to target Wild City.

[liftoft]

You sure? Sounded like that was the team A wanted us to hit to get back at you.

[neigh_sayer]

Oh, he does, for sure. I think we have a higher chance hitting other teams, but if all the others are smart, they'll be gunning for us, Future is Now, Bad End and Avante, regardless.

Aaaand I kind of agree with you. Bad games are going to happen, but I rather not burn it into a new person's head.

Anyway, as long as it isn't Whisky, it's fine. We have more pressing matters to attend to. [glance at J!!]

[liftoft]

[ Alright, well, this all went to hell ]

Dammit... we get all this time to talk it out, so how come I feel like both times we ended up rushin' the worst possible decision at the last second.

[afailedmurder]

[only notices after everybody else is looking that way]

J...

[honoraria]

[his eyelids droop briefly as if falling asleep, before he forces them back open. hair is now loose and, yes, definitely writhing]

I'm trying!

[afailedmurder]

I don't know how to say this, but... we may need to send you...

[honoraria]

[C just made it worse by trying to touch the hair btw]

I'm...trying...

[afailedmurder]

...I'm sorry.