WED BED BEHEAD: WILD CITY

[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: pep!pep!, Taisho Roman Revolution, & ☆ZRAEL. 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

[shutthefoxup]

Wed: Taisho Roman Revolution
Bed: Pep Pep
Behead: Zrael

We'd like to use our Instead card on Zrael and take their best card and give them our worst card.

RESULTS

[idolpro]

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

How exciting! It seems Taisho Roman Revolution has chosen to bed you, while pep!pep! & ☆ZRAEL have chosen to behead you. But you've chosen to protect yourselves, and thus, your final verdict is...

Wed.

Bed.

Behead.

Ooh, stylish!

[You black out.

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

Around your finger is a red mark -- a ring of words: "Til Death Do Us Part". At first, it seems to do nothing, however, once you have come close to "someone to whom your fate is bound", you'll find you can't get more than 5 feet away from them. It can be someone you love or someone you hate, but whenever you reach the 5 foot distance from your partner, you feel yourself dragged along by your hand to follow and stay close. This connection can only be severed by the death of one party (symbolic deaths count).

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.

Gently, they place their hands somewhere on your body, pulling two pieces of you together -- your wrists, your knees, perhaps they simply force your mouth closed. With their hands firmly pressed you feel a sharp pain cracking through your joints as they shatter and fuse back together as one. Whatever joints were touched, they are now immobile and inseparable, and it aches ceaselessly.

You black out again.

You're brought to your method of execution: a guillotine. Your executioners -- whoever they are -- throw a burlap sack over your head, tying it at the neck, before forcing you down under the blade. In total darkness, you begin to envision -- not the blade cutting down your neck, nor your life flashing before your eyes -- but rather, your worst fear. You can only think of that as you hear the blade swings down --

Soon enough you're freed, sack removed, and your head is still perfectly attached to your neck, like you were never beheaded. Still, you can't stop thinking of what you saw under the burlap: enduring your worst fear, over and over again. You might be able to distract yourself from other things for now, but eventually your thoughts will return to that nightmare vision when you least expect it, like an intrusive thought that never fully goes away.

You black out again.

You received 6 points. You may proceed to endgame.]

[shutthefoxup]

[Wheeze of relief when he doesn't see Alcheme or Avante]

[protectshisown]

....so do we even have an updated list of 'teams that are important to people.'

Since it....helps with decisions.

[Excuse this thousand yard stare because this is The Worst.]

[shutthefoxup]

Scythe is real close ta Pink on Pep, so we should probably wed 'em.

[protectshisown]

....its pretty hard for me to not feel protective of Wednesday, so I'm not against that.

Hardy's brother is on Taisho?

[childeishly]

[ he is secretly relieved heart soldier isn't on this list. ]

[shutthefoxup]

[Reaches down to ruffle his hair]

[childeishly]

[ swats at his hand and gives him a smile. ] You doing okay?

[goodtoolboy]

Uhh....

[shutthefoxup]

...y'wanna wed Pep, right?

[goodtoolboy]

Obviously that's my preference, but I won't complain as long as we don't give them the worst one.

I don't get this 'instead' one, how does that work?

[1istheloneliest]

[coming over and clapping him on the shoulder with one of his giant mitts]

Welcome back. Sorry I only got to say hey as this shit is starting up.

[goodtoolboy]

Thanks, and yeah it's fine. That's what this place is like.

[childeishly]

You doing alright?

[goodtoolboy]

I'm alright. How're you doin'?

[1istheloneliest]

[getting up and looking at the table's offerings]

Strap in everyone, this looks bad...

[but also he's inwardly relieved there's a unit he doesn't mind targeting with the worst card if that's how it has to be]

[shutthefoxup]

[Ditto]

[1istheloneliest]

[sighing]

It's one of the games with no good options.

[childeishly]

I don't know any of these teams all that well, so I don't really have any feelings on... anything...

[1istheloneliest]

That might be lucky, in a way. It won't last.

[protectshisown]

[Well, on one hand, at least no teams give him a gutwrenching no.]

[On the other hand, broke his streak of missing bad games and this is T E R R I B L E.]

[1istheloneliest]

[coming and patting him on the back]

You look like you're gonna fall over.

[protectshisown]

All my bad games had.

Wiggle room.

[For all he looks like he's about to be sick, he's at least steady under the pat.]