Pretty Pretty Princess Group 8

[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

[letgrow]

[Having a seat and waving to everyone at the table]

Nice to meet you all. I'm Camellia.

[eatsthecanary]

[ does not wave, staring dead-eyed at the board ]

Turn 1

[eatsthecanary]

[ ROLLS 2. puts on a ring, wordlessly. ]

[letgrow]

[Rolls a 4! Smiling and putting in some cute earrings!]

Your turn, Angel!

TURN 2

[eatsthecanary]

[ ROLLS A 6


picks up the crown........... and puts it. his lynx ears just barely squish into it ]

[letgrow]

The crown looks very nice with your ears!

[Rolling a six!]

Ah...green...let's see.... Sorry, Angel, I have to take your lipstick.

TURN 3

[eatsthecanary]

[ 2, GREEN

looking at Camellia ]

Give me your lipstick. The princess decrees it.

Re: TURN 3

[letgrow]

Yes, your highness!

[Handing over the lipstick and then rolling! Five!]

Hmmmm....hairpin!

TURN 4

[eatsthecanary]

[ PUTTING ON THE LIPSTICK. and rolls a 5!]

Not a bad roll.

[ sliding on a bracelet ]

[letgrow]

Mm! Five is a good number!

[......also rolling a five! Pulling on a bracelet Empathy time...]

Matching fives means matching bracelets.

TURN 5

[eatsthecanary]

[ 3, rouge

now he is blushing because honestly cat is overwhelmed with all these positive emotions ]

[letgrow]

[2~ Make up time. Spritzing some perfume then~]

It smells nice. Do you think I can keep it?

TURN 6

[eatsthecanary]

[ ROLLS A 5, sliding on a hairpin

... he's reaching for Angel's hand ]

[letgrow]

[Rolling a 2~]

Ah....steal again...let's see. Sorry, Whisky, I took from Angel last time.

[Snagging the lipstick back!]

TURN 4

[eatsthecanary]

[ 6, putting on a brooch!

he's holding his hand to his forehead now, looking a little woozy ]

[letgrow]

Are you all right? Um, is there any water around...

[Looks around while she rolls. 3! Putting back the lipstick.]

** TURN 8

[eatsthecanary]

[ 3, WHISKY GETS CROWN


he's still holding hands with Angel but his other hand goes towards her head to try to snatch it ]

[letgrow]

Ah! You got it back, good job.

[....rolling....a .....five...time to take the crown]

S-s-sorry!

[And she really does seem to feel genuinely sorry!]

TURN 9

[eatsthecanary]

[ 3!! putting on a necklace

this memory plays, from his perspective, while Whisky looks uncertain; blinking slowing like he is really about to pass out ]

[letgrow]

[Pale and low key in shock from what she just saw, reaching out with shaky hands to roll a 5. Switching out the crown for the collar. Swallowing and turning her attention to Whisky once she shakes out of it, concern for him seeping through the bracelet]

That must have been really hard...

Turn 10

[eatsthecanary]

[ 1!

he takes the perfume from Camellia and

little flowers start sprouting in his hair ]

[letgrow]

C-cute!

[Rolling 6! Red! And immediately getting a new perfume! ....only to start coughing up flower petals this time]

Turn 11

[eatsthecanary]

[ 1, APPLYING LIP STICK but his hand-eye coordination is not doing so great so it kind of smears ]

[letgrow]

[Applying the rouge!]

Would you like help with the liptstick?

[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 ]