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]

[ 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 ]

[methanosarcina]

[ you know what

fine!

she's just not going to talk anymore, besides mumbling under her breath. ]

[debrided]

[ while looking at her, making direct eye contact

shifts her grip on the wrist just such that she can press her lips to it ]

[methanosarcina]

[ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

[debrided]

[ gottem ]

[methanosarcina]

[ you ever try to use one of your extra plant limbs but those don't work anymore so instead activating that part of your brain just causes you to summon a uhhh translucent globe with a plushie of ???yourself??? inside of it?

you ever summon that right above your friend's head while blushing wildly and kind of half-screeching? ]

I'm married did you forget about that you idiot?!?!?

[debrided]

[ BONK.

yelps, releasing flora's hand to clutch at her head, crouching low on the floor ]

I - I beg your pardon -

[methanosarcina]

Oh, I didn't mean to -

[ wait no why would she apologize??? that's stupid. that's dumb. ]

- Did I stutter?! I'm married, so you can't do weird romance stuff at me!

[debrided]

Honestly! Even my own brother would scarcely have attacked with such frailty! To imagine that you would maintain such steadfast attachment to that loathsome thing -

Would you not at the very least make use of your own hands?!

[ so she's

fine probably.

insulting your wife ✓
complaining because she's not getting hurt bad enough for some reason ✓ ]

[methanosarcina]

I tried to but it didn't work and instead whatever that stupid thing is happened! You can't blame me for that!

[debrided]

[ rubbing her head ]

... When made opaque, further modeled with thought to matters of the terrestrial, it emulates in lesser scale that vile form of which you are so fond.

[ so naturally, having said all that

she kicks it. ]