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

[theyregooddogs]

Good job taking that one . . .

[rolling and lands on crown, grimacing as he puts the tiara on and . . . carefully sitting up straighter]

Someone. Land on. Yellow.

[justfuckingtryit]

[Lands on yellow.]

...did you fix the dice?

[theyregooddogs]

No. Fate just favors me. Go on.

[leaning his head slightly]

[justfuckingtryit]

[He reaches out to snag the crown off of John's head - puts it on and instantly sits up straighter, the body language incongruously prim and proper considering what he's wearing.]

[theyregooddogs]

[and immediately having a full body tremor, coughing once the crown is off, then breathing deeply when it subsides]

Going to be that kind of game, huh . . .

[iamverybadass]

[ Talon is...fairly concerned that no one else appears alarmed by the unexpected memory sharing. But with everyone else brushing past it he doesn't see much use in commenting in it—will just need to make a note to avoid necklaces for himself.

...and then he rolls a 4. And as Thorn sits back in his seat, he leans over and reaches up to pluck the crown from Thorn's head and sit it on his own. Nothing about his posture seems different, but— ]

That is better.

[constellationprize]

How cute! Well, it's a little bit of a shame I didn't land there too, but...

[iamverybadass]

If fortune favors you, perhaps you will be allowed a turn in accordance with the rules.

[constellationprize]

It'd look the cutest on me, after all, so I hope that happens soon!