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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[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. . .

[honoraria]

Please--don't--

[congratulations, stress has increased and so has the length of his hair]

[neigh_sayer]

[uuuuh

uuuuuh

SMILE ON]

Ahaha! It's so weird seeing you lose your cool like this, J! Welp, no worries, we're done talking.

We're hitting Wild City. No reason to think about it anymore, 'kay?

[honoraria]

[manages to kind of...half sit up...but his movements are sluggish and drowsy]

That's...a filthy lie...

[neigh_sayer]

I don't think you'd prefer the clean truth right now.

Close your eyes, 'kay? We'll take care of the rest.



[until A signs him up i guess THANKS A]

[honoraria]

[A also brought up having to send J out if he can't calm down, which,

that did not help him calm down,]

[neigh_sayer]

[A HOW ARE YOU EVEN WORSE AT THIS THAN C]

[honoraria]

[he didn't even try smh]