Pretty Pretty Princess Group 3

[idolpro]

As predicted, the clock chimes ten--anyone who is still milling around will find themselves inexorably drawn to the seat with their name plate sitting in front of it. At this table, the plates, cups and food spread across the place setting vanish. In their places appears a board. Simultaneously, the locks of both chests pop and the lids creak open and players will find their phone screens populating with the game rules.


Game Rules
Items & Effects
Turn In & Winning Criteria

Comments

[thinkoutsidethebox]

[Erika scans the rules quickly.]

So is largely a game of chance. Well, let's get to it, then.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I'm down. Who's going first?

[liarliarliar]

A game of chance means I have a chance!

Let's start, yes. I don't care about the order of play.

[carnivorouscarnival]

Might as well go all in on chance and roll for turn order.

[liarliarliar]

[rolls a one]

Finally, I'm Thing 1 after all this time.

TURN 1

[carnivorouscarnival]

Re: TURN 1

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Rolls himself a 4 for movement, and hits a "wear a piece of jewelry" square.]

[He pokes through the box for a minute before he selects a fancy hairpin, sticks it in his hair.]

Hey, not bad. It's even kinda my color.

[He reaches out, almost unthinking, to hold B's hand.]

Re: TURN 1

[liarliarliar]

[bb what? are you nervous?? well okay. Allows and squeezes his hand]

Nicely done.

TURN 2

[carnivorouscarnival]

Re: TURN 2

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He rolls a 1 - pokes dubiously through the other box before he sniffs at a bottle of perfume and squirts some on.]





[A couple of seconds later, a flower pops out of his hair. And then another. And another. Soon there are a half dozen.]

TURN 3

[carnivorouscarnival]

Re: TURN 3

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Rolls up a 1 and nabs himself a pretty green necklace. A memory plays as soon as he puts it on: a very young Hurricane begging his much put-upon mom for martial arts lessons.]

...uh. Did you guys see that?

TURN 4

[carnivorouscarnival]

Re: TURN 4

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Makeup square time!! He puts on some nail polish, which seems to do nothing.]

[Right up until a sparrow lands in his hair. And a chipmunk comes over to hang out on his boot.]

...uh. Since when do we have animals that aren't horses?

TURN 5

[carnivorouscarnival]

Re: TURN 5

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Rolls a 6 - hits purple, and takes off his necklace.]

Turn 6

[crossmyheartandhope]

Re: Turn 6

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Going to pick through the item box to see what he can grab.]

[And you know what? He doesn't... know what any of those other things do, and with some of the changes some of these things are causing, he doesn't exactly want to risk it.]

[He grabs another hairpin.]

Turn 7

[crossmyheartandhope]

Re: Turn 7

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Oh. Fun.]

[Collar time.]

[He reaches out a hand toward B, palm up.]

My turn, dude.

Turn 8

[crossmyheartandhope]

Re: Turn 8

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hesitates for a long couple of seconds before he grabs another necklace.]

[This scene is another featuring his mother, though by the glimpse in the mirror here, he's about eleven, this time. Hurricane is folding laundry and making awkward attempts at conversation. His mother is trying to work; she tells him to gtfo of the apartment until eleven so she can actually get something done. Hurricane reminds her to leave the door unlocked, this time, before he goes.]

Turn 9

[liarliarliar]

Re: Turn 9

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Sure more perfume, why not? His hair is practically a garden already at this point.]

[...and he is not in the mood for more sharesy stuff after that last one.]

[enterstageleft]

What's fun is fun,
What's done is done~

[ The words ring in your ears as though spoken behind your head and a shimmery haze (was that always there? Perhaps only now you can see it) prevents you from seeing any of the rest of the room beyond your own table); before you can move, there is the sound of a bell tolling--once, twice, three times… all the way to twelve. As the strikes continue, whatever damage has been done to you or the room around you, whatever oddities have occurred--it reverses. Furniture becomes unbroken, fuzzy animals disappear, jewelry, makeup, and strange compulsions--they disappear.

(So too, for the few of you who were hurt--

Or died--

The blood all creeps back whence it came, wounds sewing themselves together as though with invisible string, organs reanimating upon the twelfth toll. Only those who wore the crown and the collar will find visible effects left behind: a pretty gown for a pretty princess, and the tatto (and lingering urge to obey) for those servants.

Enter into Endgame ]