War Rooms: ☆ZRAEL

[idolpro]

[This room might be a nice, slightly whimsical surrounds to talk things over in, if it weren't for the collars and countdowns on your phones. ]

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SUBMISSION

[idolpro]

[When your unit has decided, please put the name of one other unit under this header. ]

[avestan]

[flopping down to the floor]

Welp.

[stakesthesame]

[ wh


nnnnnnnn





sorry, she's just gonna bsod for a hot second here ]

[carnivorouscarnival]

Great, I love unit politics.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ nudges him with a foot ]

[asteionknight]

[





trying very hard not to seem bothered about this! ]

[mywife]

[tugs at the collar a bit, and looks PUT OUT.]

Really? Around the neck of all places.

[avestan]

[grabs the foot]

So I'm guessing we all have different units we wanna vote for. How do we decide.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ that's mildly concerning ]

... Req?

[avestan]

Hey. You okay?

[stakesthesame]

[ snaps up ]

-- we can't pick ourselves?!

[asteionknight]

I assume 'calm political discussion'.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ HEY, kicks it free again ]

I don't fucking know. Take a vote? Draw a name from a hat? Talk it out like adults?

[stakesthesame]

[ looks back up at him ]

We can't pick ourselves, so-- who're we supposed to...

[avestan]

Yeah, I guess so.

[avestan]

[SHRUGGO]

[poisong]

[tapping on the collar]

Ah~ Another game where we don't even get to struggle in order to save ourselves. Fantastic.

[she's totally deadpan]

[avestan]

I dunno. It'd be easier if there was one unit we all like, but.

[poisong]

Hey.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ scoffs ]

Guess it'd make it too easy to pick. But it's rare for them to not give us any way to protect ourselves at all... Fuck.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ KICKS HIM ]

[mywife]

There is absolutely nothing to do based on what's given. Ridiculous.

[avestan]

-Hey!

[poisong]

Forcing the villains to protect someone else is so out of character, they're really desperate for us to have some kind of redemption arc, aren't they?

[stakesthesame]

Who're we gonna-- we can't just--

[ gestures... weakly...

and eventually just sits down, cross-legged, tugging uncomfortably at that collar. ]