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Pretty Pretty Princess Group 3

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

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

Nicely done.

[He doesn't seem nervous? He just seems regular... plus a hairpin. Huh.]

Kay, who's up?

[ raises an eyebrow ]

Whew, get a room over there.

[ meanwhile, he also rolls a 4, so he goes over the box to pick out a bracelet, which he slips on without incident. ]

[rolls a 6 and delicately puts on a brooch before putting his free hand to his forehead]

You could never understand our LOVE, ManEater! Our passion! The overwhelming wave of emotion that drowns us all when we sit side by side in these fanciful setting playing such a game of chance!

So witness our affections! We shall not hold back what is in our hearts! Not now, not ever!

We - what?

[ just starts clapping ]

Congratulations~!

Are you denying our brotherly love?!

Just saying, I dunno if I can go all Shakespearean on it. I'm a video game nerd, not a theater nerd.

Is this being rejected?!

What, you want me to try and be poetic?

[Erika rolls a 2, and also slides on a bracelet, at which point Man Eater is treated to feelings of disappointment at her roll and deep disdain, bordering on anger, for everything B just said.]

I hope you're not going to be like this the whole game.

When have hopes ever been treated kindly in this dark abyss we inhabit, Miss Erika?

Let me rephrase. You'd better not be like that the whole game.

Strike me down if you must!! I cannot stop this way of living!!

I'll strike you down in this—

[her threat is interrupted by sudden alarm at this empathy bond thing]

Miss Erika! Is...is something AMISS??

...This jewelry has some kind of emotional effect.

[She says 'emotional' like it's a dirty word.]

The gall of the host to foist such a thing upon you! That simply cannot do...!

[ on Man Eater's end there is very slight amusement and bemusement, over a much stronger sense of slightly unbalanced overexcitement that seems like something that's just always there, rather than directed at or caused by anything in particular.

but that quickly tips over into kneejerk agitation and alarm when he's suddenly picking up on feelings that aren't his. ]

...?

[At first it's not different enough from what she's feeling to notice, but when the alarm gets back to her, Erika visibly jumps, because that's very obviously not hers.]

...Is it that sort of game...