necROMANTIC start!

[idolpro]

Who: necROMANTIC
Where: The necROMANTIC dorms
When: Day 355

[ You all wake up in bed with your smartphone at your bedside, all of you in your sleepwear, with a message on your phone.

Good morning, newly departed guest stars! You've got new co-stars to meet, a new dorm to explore, and the television in the main room with the "names" of everyone in your unit with flashing empty boxes next to them, waiting for you to each assign yourself a personal color. Or assign them to each other, really, no one's stopping you.

Once you've chosen your color (or, once it's chosen for you), your closets will unlock with 3 sets of fantasy medieval clothes fitted exactly to your size.

Also, the front door is currently locked. It looks like you actually have no choice but to get to know each other for an hour or two before those open up. ]

Comments

[methanosarcina]

[ Miss Goth wanders out of her room and looks around, grumbling to herself. ]

What, this place again...? They didn't even put me on the same team as last time! How stupid.

[odune]

Just how many of you have participated in this already?

[methanosarcina]

How should I know? I don't even remember anyone else here.

[odune]

I see. Carry on then.

[methanosarcina]

Really? You're just gonna back off that easy?

[odune]

It will all become apparent in time.

[debrided]

[ also leaving her own room if a bit behind, having taken a wrap from presumably one of her not-pjs outfits to wrap around her throat and neck ]

Oh, come now. It's hardly so dreadful as that, hm?

[methanosarcina]

I'm not sure I said anything about "dreadful"?

[debrided]

Therese, dear - even in your illiteracy certainly you must hold in passing some knowledge of language. There exist within this world certain elements of sound - words, morphemes, else phrases, which in their persistence maintain means not unlike those of others - compatriots, or kin perhaps -

Even you must be aware of that much. Honestly.

[methanosarcina]

[methanosarcina]

It is exactly as dreadful as that, actually! Thanks.

[debrided]

[ laughs, leaning in close ]

My, and to imagine that you had performed such dismay when last we visited!

[methanosarcina]

[ leaning back but like

not really. it's a halfhearted leaning back. ]

It wasn't performing! It was actual dismay!

[debrided]

[ leaning forward a little more, just to keep the space between them small ]

Dearest Therese, it would appear almost as if - certainly it could not be, that you had longed to see me so, though it does, I suppose, stand to some reason -

Any would yearn to bask in the presence of this Herodias, certainly.

[methanosarcina]

Wh-wh-why do you have to rub it in like that?! Stop being weird, fuckface!

[debrided]

[ just laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs and as mean-spirited as the noise sounds she is also reaching for flora's hand. ]

[methanosarcina]

If you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to beat the shit out of you.

[ she like

let her do that though. ]

[debrided]

Oh? And how?

[ pulling her close, ]

With which implements? Further, dear Therese, certainly you know as well as I there remains the matter of the duration, the extent, and their tandem effect in consummation . . .

[ and whispering in her ear, softly like sh...

like other people would do to a lover ]

By all means, do so. I wonder, how might you choose? To strike me, ever stalwart, onward continuous to the point of breaking, as one would a sheet of ice, or a submergence more akin to the hide of some beast, fleshed and salted - to be seared on hot coals or torn to pieces by a blade, else opened, the myriad implements within put to their own use, or perhaps -

Perhaps you'll take my head? Truly, how very novel!

[methanosarcina]

[ she just like

stares at her

and then grabs her face with a hand

and pushes it back. ]

Wow, can you try not getting your gross fetishes all over me for like, even one second? That'd be great, thanks!

[debrided]

[ just starts laughing again, reaching for her wrist

so like

probably not. probably no ]

[junkheap]

You've done this before?!

[methanosarcina]

Yep! My hobbies include being dead and dying, apparently!

[junkheap]

...I think I'm technically sort of dead all the time, but I wouldn't call it a hobby. That's weird.

[methanosarcina]

It was a joke.

[junkheap]

...That's weird too.

[no he's just stupid]