WED BED BEHEAD: sensitIV

[idolpro]

[You wake alone with your unit in what appears to be a dressing room. There's nothing on the costume racks right now, but you have vanity seats and a couch to chill on if you like.

On a table in the center of the room, there is an ornate metal box with three slots on top. The slots are labeled with the names of three other units: BAD END=DEAD END, future is now, & BARiTONES. Next to the box a laminated copy of the IC rules is taped down, and beside it lie four cards:

♦ a green card with a picture of two linked rings and the word "WED"
♦ a blue card with a picture of a rose and the word "BED"
♦ a red card with a picture of a guillotine and the word "BEHEAD"
♦ a purple card with a picture of two circling arrows and the word "INSTEAD"

You have til 9pm PST to submit your votes.]

Comments

DECISION

[idolpro]

Reminder: You must cast a vote for wed, bed, & behead. You may optionally cast a single Instead vote. If you use Instead, please specify if you are giving the target your best or worst card.

If you don't vote at all, your votes will be randomized and you will receive the punishment listed in the rules.

Decisions are due by 9pm PST.

Re: DECISION

[maidenheaven]

Wed - BAD END=DEAD END
Bed - future is now
Behead - BARiTONES

Instead (worst) - future is now

RESULTS

[idolpro]

[Anemone's voice cuts in over the intercom, as the lights go dark.]

How exciting! It seems all 3 of your partner teams chose to bed you! But you've chosen to protect yourselves, and thus, your final verdict is...

Wed.

Bed.

Bed.

[You black out.

You wake up with the sound of wedding bells ringing in your head, vows of honesty echoing vaguely in your memory.

Somewhere on your body is a small bruise in the shape of a flower of the player's choice. So long as it remains, you feel a desire to confess your feelings -- of love, of longing, of resentment, it doesn't matter, but it's something you previously wanted to keep under wraps. You can resist it pretty easily, but for every hour you do the bruise will grow a new blossom. If you reach the end of the status effect period, your whole body will be bruised, and you'll find yourself shouting your feelings to whoever will listen, even if it isn't the target of those feelings.

You black out again.

You wake up tied down to a four-poster bed, all draped in velvet sheets and golden tassels. It's quite comfortable, until the person -- one whose features you cannot recall -- leans over you.

They open a small sewing kit, and from it pull a needle and thread. You find yourself unable to struggle, to even turn your head as your captor begins to sew. Your eyes, your mouth, they're all tightly shut, with soft and colourful thread in pretty geometric patterns you can't even see.

You black out again.

You wake up tied down to a four-poster bed, all draped in velvet sheets and golden tassels. It's quite comfortable, until the person -- one whose features you cannot recall -- leans over you.

They pull a glittering glass vial from a table nearby, and pop the stopper, letting a perfumed smell fill the air. Before you can protest the vial is poured over your head, shimmering liquid running down your face. At first it feels like nothing, but as it seems into your skin you feel dizzy and sick, and your insides cramp. The feeling fades soon enough… but every so often it returns, and when it does your senses are filled with colourful spots and that sick, sweet smell.

You black out, one last time.

You received 5 points. You may proceed to endgame.]