TRAUMA PROM

[takewing]

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[takewing]

[Bluebird's reaction is an immediate WOW FUCK NO]

I refuse!

[Slams her fist hard into the wall.]

[unlocksmith]

[SPARK, ON THE OTHER HAND, ISN'T SURPRISED]

. . . but what kinda stuff does she even want?

[takewing]

Whatever it is, she's not getting it!

[Ow, ow, that wall is hard. Hits it again, as hard as she can.]

[unlocksmith]

Easy now. Brute strength isn't capable of powerin' through everythin'.

[pressing both hands against the dome, sliding his palms across it, trying to find a weak point]

[takewing]

We have to at least try!

[No dents, to scratches, no nothing. The entire dome is smooth, completely impenetrable.]

[unlocksmith]

[tch]

[reaching for his waist-- and letting out a curse when he realizes his knife is missing]

Did I say we didn't? Your knuckles are bruised, aren't they? Don't break 'em, let me try something a little less forceful.

[glancing around, and spotting the knife on the ground. he scoops it up and runs the blade against the glass. DOES IT DAMAGE IT?]

[infiniteregress]

[N O P E]

[takewing]

A few broken knuckles is nothing compared to what might happen if we don't hurry.

[. . . But even she can accept that punching her way out isn't going to work. Scowls, pacing the perimeter. There has to be something . . .]

[Something other than the bottle of poison she just picked up.]

[unlocksmith]

[curses again and steps back, frowning at the glass as he twirls the knife in his hand]

We aren't gonna die.

[said simply, as though it was the undisputed truth]

[takewing]

Nobody is going to.

[Staring at the bottle, seriously contemplating smashing it on the floor.]

[unlocksmith]

[turns to face her, not saying anything as he watches her contemplate the bottle]

. . . I don't know about that, Nalea.

[takewing]

There are at least sixty people here, if not more. Thirty pairs. If only half of the offers are accepted, that means a minimum of fifteen people could be murdered. [Speaking quickly, gaze fixed on the poison.]

I won't let that happen.

[unlocksmith]

[. . . she had always been idealistic and determined. he admired it in her. but. . .]

What do you propose we do about it then?

DECISION

[takewing]

I'll be the one to die if our offer isn't accepted.

((OOC: Bluebird is offering somethingsomething (8/10), and Spark is offering his fire magic (5/10).))

[infiniteregress]

Hmm . . . I'm afraid that you've been outbid. You have ten minutes, or I'll take matters into my own hands.

[You have ten minutes to decide how to die and to put that plan into action! When that time runs out, water will begin to trickle in the room from the floor, faster and faster and faster—after ten more minutes, the room will be completely flooded. The person chosen to survive will instinctively know that they won't have any trouble breathing.

Once the person slated to die is dead, their body will vanish, and the water will recede. With a sickening lurch, the survivor will find themselves back in the garden, with the corpse of their partner nearby.]

((Here))

[unlocksmith]

[jerking away from Bluebird, his reaction immediate and furious]

-- no!

[takewing]

[Bluebird is just kind of . . . standing there . . . Her eyes are wide with shock.]

[unlocksmith]

[yelling at. . . the ceiling. . . his voice practically a snarl as he stands protectively in front of Nalea]

No! I gave you the best I had to offer! Take it!

[takewing]

[Would you look at that TOTALLY UNSURPRISING lack of response! It's almost like somebody's too busy munching popcorn to bother with your anger and denial.]

. . . Khoalan.

[Gently presses both hands against his back, not quite gripping his shirt.]

[unlocksmith]

Show yourself, coward!

[the lack of response just serves to fuel his anger more. sorry, Bluebird, he hasn't noticed you yet]

[takewing]

[Well then. If the gentle approach isn't going to work, she'll just have to get his attention in a better way.]

Khoalan! Are you going to waste time yelling at her or are you going to listen to me?!

[unlocksmith]

I'll kill her before she even has a chance to lay a hand on you!

[SOOOOO MAD]

[takewing]

I'd not stop you.

[That statement may or may not have been something of a lie; even with her life at stake, she's not sure she could stand by and let somebody die right in front of her. She slides around to stand in front of him.]

But do you really think she'd have to appear in here to do it?

[unlocksmith]

No.

But she's a coward if she won't!

[takewing]

Her type never care if they're seen as cowardly.