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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: ]
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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How bad is the burning?
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[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
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Would you like a hand up...
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I'm sorry.
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[ruffles his hair. Pulling his feet under him]
S'okay, we're good... really. Already fading. I think they just hit me with-- just old wounds. We were lucky I was in there.
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