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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 knew what I was getting myself into. And y'know what? I came out alive, so considering we're in a cannibalism game, it coulda been way worse.
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And why shouldn't I 'beg for tips', from the only person here who's been here before? We are a unit, aren't we?
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[Ignoring that for now to address Alisaie, tone a lot firmer than his usual, honestly]
Dude, I told everyone what I knew round one, and the roster stuff's all public.
I ain't sharing who did what when you've got weird monster brain, sorry not sorry, so you're gonna have to get over it. It ain't got nothing to do with who's on what team.
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[Waves a hand and makes to walk away, with some effort]
We're done here. The Doc's right - this ain't helping no one.
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[Putting a hand on her shoulder. Doctor seems to have talked them both down but he's feeling on edge about this whole exchange so he's resting a hand on her shoulder.]
We can't be fighting amongst ourselves. We need to focus on getting through the game. The rest does not matter.
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[She reaches up to touch his fingers.]
I don't know why I bother.
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