Pretty Pretty Princess Group 7

[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

[justfuckingtryit]

[Reading the rules.]

Oh, for fuck's sake.

[theyregooddogs]

So, we're never speaking of this again after this, right?

Turn 1

[justfuckingtryit]

[constellationprize]

Oh, um... Let's see...

[ rolling... a 1! and just sort of staring at the board for a bit before looking at the selection of makeup and reaching for the face powder ]

Turn 2

[justfuckingtryit]

[constellationprize]

[ rolling again, dia manages a 5 and reaches for one of the necklaces, revealing a memory! ]

Oh, that one was nice! I'm quite skilled, aren't I?

Turn 3

[justfuckingtryit]

[constellationprize]

[ rolling again, this time landing another 1. she can't help but puff a cheek out a bit this time, but she reaches for the lipstick. ]

Turn 4

[constellationprize]

[constellationprize]

[ another 5! so she's putting on an earring. ]

I went past the yellow square...

Turn 5

[constellationprize]

Re: Turn 5

[constellationprize]

[ it might be! it could be! it is - another 5.

so she just unclips the earring . . . ]

Oh no...

Turn 6

[constellationprize]

[constellationprize]

[ landing on a blue square this time, she grabs a bracelet and slides it on over her wrist.

fortunately there's nothing especially outrageous about the way she's feeling - a baseline contentment, some eagerness to participate and collect as much as she can and win. ]

Hmm...

Turn 7

[constellationprize]

[constellationprize]

[ rolling a 1 this time, sliding on a ring

and her posture changes a bit as she straightens her back, but things otherwise seem pretty much fine? in her face, in her feelings, everything seems normal.

but there is a very distinct sense - in the background of all of her standard issue feelings, noticeable only if focused upon, absent if you don't, like the quiet whirring of an air conditioner - a seething bitterness and hatred. you know, for some reason. ]

Oh, that isn't that strange.

Turn 8

[constellationprize]

[constellationprize]

[ rolling a 3, landing on another blue square - and putting on a hairpin after a little more thought.

no cuddly feelings though! ]

Um, it was - the bracelets that I should be avoiding, wasn't it?

Turn 9

[constellationprize]

[constellationprize]

[ and it's a 4!! which lands her on a red square - so she reaches for a bottle of nailpolish, spreading it over a thumb.

after which she is !!surprised!! ]

Oh! I thought they couldn't look any nicer, but...

Turn 10

[constellationprize]

[constellationprize]

[ rolling a 6, putting her down on another red square ]

Hmm...

[ hmmm

putting a bit of rouge on ]

Turn 11

[constellationprize]

[constellationprize]

[ back on blue!! ]

Hm. Well, I haven't taken the brooch...

[ so she's going to do that. why not ]

Turn 12

[constellationprize]

[constellationprize]

[ another roll, another 2 - spritzing some perfume on.

sighing, dramatically, as if the game has wronged her in some fashion. ]

Turn 13

[constellationprize]

[constellationprize]

[ ROLLING ONCE MORE, MOVING A SQUARE UP

SIGHING, AGAIN, PUTTING ON ANOTHER RING ]

Hah.

Turn 14

[constellationprize]

[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 ]