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]

[Thanks, Talon. This bracelet's sending back a wave of fucking EMBARRASSMENT. And also the impulse to cuddle someone, which he is absolutely not fucking acting on, this game is SUCH BULLSHIT.]

Some lovey dovey shit. I feel like a fucking schoolboy.

[iamverybadass]

[ MAKES. A FACE, which is coupled with an immediate feeling of alarm and general dislike. And reaches for his bracelet like he's considering yanking the damn thing off. ]

I can feel that. Your embarrassment.

[justfuckingtryit]

You what?

[iamverybadass]

I said I can feel it.

[ There's a little flare of annoyance along with that. ]

[justfuckingtryit]

...you're annoyed, aren't you.

[It's not a question.]

[There is definitely some anger going on on this end now, too.]

[iamverybadass]

Very.

Let's end this game quickly.