[ The room is BRIGHT YELLOW, as all the rooms you will enter are. Black tiles make up the floor, changing to your unit's color when pressure is placed on them. There is a button in the very center of the room standing on a podium; it's slightly smaller than palm-sized.]
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Re: Song vs Wednesday
[It's like someone simply flipped on a light switch: just like that, Wednesday's in another room, staring down another girl, and
[she has one advantage
[one
[she runs straight for the button, at four times speed.]
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[she sees a blur, god that's right, powers--AND TRIES TO PULL AN INTENSITY BY TECHNOKINETICALLY PRESSING THE BUTTON]
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[An eyeblink later, Wednesday's slamming her palm against the button as hard as she can. One advantage, but one's enough--
[She meets Symphony's eyes.
[She'll regret this later, too.]
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...are you serious? You can't be serious!
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[CHARGING OVER TO HER]
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[She's well clear of it by the time Symphony makes it to the podium: a second later and she's kicked in Energy Recharge as well. Cloud Nine and she's calm. Quick as a Wink and she's fast. All she has to do now is keep moving, and moving's the one thing she can do.
[But, just in case--
[Her palms tingle. Sparks crackle at the tips of her fingers. Stay back, Symphony. It's over.]
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You're not even going to say anything?! You know I can't even hurt you, right, my powers are fucking useless here! Can't even press a stupid button!
I hate it, everyone always has an advantage over me here!
And know what, I hate you, too!
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[Calm calm calm, unfamiliar, icy, she doesn't like it, it doesn't feel right it isn't her but it has to be because she has to survive, she has to fight, she has to get through this, for the others, for everyone: so they know, they know that pep!pep! don't just give up without trying. They'd all been so angry, with all of them--
[Calm. She has to embrace it, as cold and strange as it is.]
I didn't.
[She sighs.]
I'm sorry.
[And she's all coiled tension. Motion, stilled.
[She'll move again, if she must.]
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Ha! "Sorry?" Didn't think peps valued their own lives, I'm shocked!
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[She's calm enough to ask that, now.]
Doesn't everyone do that?
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Good on you!
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[And she feels something else there, beneath the flat, level calm, something that isn't sorrow or guilt or fear--]
Well? What else should I have done?
[--and she's startled enough to let her grasp slip on her anger.]
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[she chuckles, but she sniffs shortly afterwards, crying sucks]
Know what? I'm not going to answer that for you! Dwell on it, wallow in it, I want you to struggle!
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[Nobody wins these games. She's known that for a very, very long time.]
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I won't forget this!