Battleship Team 2.

[idolpro]

[ as you exit the elevator you find yourself in a sleek control room, though the subtle drip^drip_drop of water coming from one of the corners of the room tells you that you're likely several leagues under the sea. it's fine... probably. sitting in the center of the room is an enormous table boasting a 3D grid with a display of ships that may look a familiar! to its left and to its right are more screens that seem to be showing nonsense, some of which are flashing, and there are dozens and dozens of buttons just begging to be pressed. comfortable chairs surround the table if you'd like to sit, but feel free to stand if that's your thing. at the head of the room is, perhaps, the largest computer monitor and its displaying a duplicate grid of the one on the center table... except it's blank. for now. it's these two grids that you'll be using in today's game. ]

Comments

Re: Discussion.

[outofoffice]

Alas, we'll just have to make sure that brilliant mind of yours shares its ideas quietly.

Re: Discussion.

[glidinglight]

If you need to keep me quiet, I could think of a few ways.

Re: Discussion.

[outofoffice]

Oh? What did you have in mind?

Re: Discussion.

[glidinglight]

Well, you're always free to kiss me if you feel like something particularly "genius" is about to come out of my mouth.

[ Sorry everybody else in the room

we're still just saying whatever comes to mind, no filters. ]

Re: Discussion.

[outofoffice]

Well then, just in case . . .

[ Dropping into her lap to give her a kiss

He's not even under status effects he's just like this ]

Re: Discussion.

[glidinglight]

[ this is officially the only okayish trauma game ever. wraps her arms around her babygirl ]

That's a good enough good-luck-charm if you ask me.