idolpro | 3 WAY PRISONER'S DILEMMA: AlcheME!

[ The room you wake up in is barren. The floor, walls, and ceiling are all metal, and the only furnishings are a large television-sized touchscreen monitor and a massive pane of glass cutting through the room, separating Miss Jackson if ya nasty from the rest of the unit. You can beat against the glass as much as you like, but it won't break. Both the touchscreen monitor and the elevator doors are on the same side of the room as everyone but the hostage.

Once Mukuro finishes his intro spiel, the monitor display switches to a catalogue of pictures of flowers, each with their name, associated meaning, and a checkbox underneath them: ]

Amaryllis (Red&White) - Talkative
Baby's Breath - Purity of Heart
Calla Lily (White) - Maidenly Desire
Camellia (Red) - Perish with grace
Camellia (White) - Waiting
Cherry Blossom - Transience of all things
Foxglove - Insincerity
Hydrangea (Blue) - Heartlessness
Iris - Faithfulness
Lantana - Change of Heart
Marigold - Despair
Morning Glory - Willful promise
Mountain Laurel (Red) - Ambition
Oleander - Caution
Poppy (Red) - Fun-loving
Poppy (White) - Rejoice
Poppy (Yellow) - Success
Tulip (Red) - Fame/Charity/Trust
Yarrow (White) - Conflict

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[ Some of the metal panels on the hostage's side of the room slide open, and several blasts of discolored gas are sprayed into their half of the room. Whether or not they breathe in, it even sinks into their skin.

They might cough a little, get whoozy, stumble or fall over, but they don't seem to be in any extreme pain - actually can anyone even see what is happening to Deadpool? Isn't all his skin covered up? Listen, maybe nothing happened to him at all. You don't know he's not fine.

Soon enough, fans are blowing the remainder of the smoke out of their half of the room. Once the air is clear again, the glass partition sinks into the floor to free them, and the elevator doors in the corner of the room open. ]

[D seems. curled up on himself.]

Ngh.

[skitters over, kneels at his side]

What happened?

Not sure... kinda... feel weird.

I'll uh. Do a full check-up later-- Jesus fuck.

[DEEP BREATHS.]

Just uh, burning sensation?? I'm good.

....that's. ......................I wanted to make a joke but this seems poor timing.

IT HAPPENS TO ONE IN FIVE MEN OVER FORTY IT'S NATURAL

Oh no I'm one of five men. The danger is real.

How bad is the burning?

Iiittssss nothing some cocaine wouldn't fix for 15 minutes... jesusfuckginchrist I mean my limbs aren't falling off that's a good sign right? OW.

[H, he can't help it though and peels off his gloves. His hands appear to be blood red. He sucks in his breath and jerks his sleeves up - it goes up to his elbows??] Okay, aesthetic. OW. ow!!! Okay I can't-- check where the rest is but. I see where this is going! We're cool