War Rooms: BARiTONES

[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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[purrrnicious]

[Okay but maybe she can up the ante and take the now emptied jewelry box and hurl it at one of the light bulbs.]

What. Point.

[peaceofwork]

[ whistles as the box collides and ducks so the swinging lightbulb isn't in danger of beaning him in the face ]

About the nature of power.

We're helpless, certainly, but so are all the other units. They're all hoping that someone likes them enough to save them— we're saving your friend's unit. After this, we have that power. We saved them from their fate. If you're infamously disliked, there's power there too-- fear, the possibility someone will graciously show you charity. Everyone likes an underdog, after all.

The truest form of being helpless and lacking power here is to be forgotten all together.

[purrrnicious]

[At least she hits pause on the property damage after that speech.]

What're you saying? That we can turn dying miserably to our advantage?

[peaceofwork]

[ pockets the cheap fake pearls so he can clap ]

Correct! Or not dying miserably, if we are so lucky!

[purrrnicious]

[Starts stress-kneading a pillow. So it's getting ruined too but it's less purposeful this time.]

Fine. Whatever. We'll sit down and scheme or plot and make use of this, just––later.