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The Last Supper - Heart Soldier Senshi
[ All things considered, the room looks fairly comfy. Dark mahogany walls are decorated with wine red velvet curtains, and chaise lounges and deep-cushioned chairs in matching upholstery arrange themselves in front of a large plasma TV screen that can receive input from any idol's smartphone, though it cannot be changed from the current screen.
A hallway attaches to the room, branching off into two hallways. In the inner hallway, there's a kitchenette—it holds no food in either the fridge or the cupboards, but perhaps as an insult the fridge door's inside shelf holds a gold-framed painting of split pomegranates with seeds artistically spilling onto the ground. At least it's not entirely useless as a room—there are any number of melee weapons in the cupboards and shelves, each weapon's handle furnished with decorative snakes in the unit's color.
Past the kitchen is a modest bathroom that nevertheless uses the majority of its space for its bath and shower, including various skin and hair care products (though no electric plugs, despite the presence of hair dryers), sparkly bath bombs, and a seemingly endless number of wine red towels and bathrobes. Across the bathroom is what seems to be a luxurious sleeping room, somehow large enough to hold as many beds as needed for the unit; the sheets are similarly wine red with what feels like a million thread count, and the mattresses and pillows might be made of the softest material in existence.
The outer hallway leads to the mud room, which leads toward the outside. ]
A hallway attaches to the room, branching off into two hallways. In the inner hallway, there's a kitchenette—it holds no food in either the fridge or the cupboards, but perhaps as an insult the fridge door's inside shelf holds a gold-framed painting of split pomegranates with seeds artistically spilling onto the ground. At least it's not entirely useless as a room—there are any number of melee weapons in the cupboards and shelves, each weapon's handle furnished with decorative snakes in the unit's color.
Past the kitchen is a modest bathroom that nevertheless uses the majority of its space for its bath and shower, including various skin and hair care products (though no electric plugs, despite the presence of hair dryers), sparkly bath bombs, and a seemingly endless number of wine red towels and bathrobes. Across the bathroom is what seems to be a luxurious sleeping room, somehow large enough to hold as many beds as needed for the unit; the sheets are similarly wine red with what feels like a million thread count, and the mattresses and pillows might be made of the softest material in existence.
The outer hallway leads to the mud room, which leads toward the outside. ]
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[I mean]
[He knows that feel,]
...yeah.
But still.
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You shouldn't have to. At least not for the first one.
It ain't right.
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You ain't even been here a week.
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I mean... probly, yeah.
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So, if we can keep you out of it, even a little...
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Good luck out there. And don't eat brains, you'll get sick.
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[Do your cannibalism safely!!]
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[You asked!]
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Stay safe, okay? Two rounds done. We gotta be getting close to the end.
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[After all, if he's targeted he doesn't really have any influence in whether he survives or not - so Hurricane needs the luck more than he does.]
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