Week 7: Tuesday

[ercnerd]

[Throughout the day, Sieghart flags down anyone whose path he crosses to inform them of a dinner party. For those in their rooms, he raps on the door and delivers the same invitation before going on his merry way to take his nap in the parlor.

Come evening, the dining room boasts a wide spread of food prepared by Souji—chicken wings, grilled onigiri, grilled fish, tempura veggies, gyoza, and tomato egg stirfry—along with desert in the form of a chocolate cake by Alphinaud. Bottles of wine have been relocated for easy drinking. Virgo is here, probably. There's an additional placemat set out for Flayn.]

( ooc: Feel free to post new top-levels for any games you want to play! )

Comments

[illomened]

I dare you to tell five people here your genuine feelings about them.

[illomened]

[He will reach out for the glass...]

What's in it?

[ercnerd]

Didn't I say? You said you're not fond of wine, so I brought some juice.

[stillnot]

[ she drinks. ]

Not good at it, but I've tried.

[illomened]

Oh! [HE HAD EXPECTED SOMETHING WEIRD TO BE IN IT BECAUSE OF A DARE...] That's very sweet of you, Si-san. Thank you!

[agleam]

Your turn to pick now!

[frostythehitman]

[ tries to pat him on the head. like besties do.

with his metal lump hand. ]

[ercnerd]

Heh. You're welcome.

[It's actually wine.

In any case, seeing as they've both been issued dares:]

Whose turn is it now?

[frostythehitman]

And now they won't.

[frostythehitman]

How many is it, then?

[frostythehitman]

...it almost happened. Kind of. Depending on your definition of 'happened.'

[frostythehitman]

[ well i guess now he's soaked in wine and furious about it ]

[frostythehitman]

You don't have to be in hell to be dead.

[frostythehitman]

[ curling his one hand under his armpit and waggling it a few times like a wing: ]

Bawk. Bakawk.

[decaptych]

[ Comes around and actually just stuffs their hands full of a little bit of everything!!! ]

[decaptych]

All sorcerers go to Hell when we die. Like, for real.

[frostythehitman]

Here. [ he's holding a plate of chocolate cake ]

...open wide. [ the hand (and cake) approacheth her face ]

[decaptych]

[ Grasps his stub ]

[decaptych]

Bobchan-san?!

[decaptych]

You.

[ Pause. ]

Scare me. Like, I like you but you also scare the shit out of me.

[decaptych]

I think you're a really nice guy no matter what you say.

[ Candid and simple! ]

[decaptych]

You're a whole lot of fun and I'm glad we met, even if it is in sucky conditions. You make being dead kinda easier.

[ Don't mind him, just doing some dare rounds. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ for the purposes of this tag i'm gonna say he's fully sloshed by now ]

You are...a good brother. A good twin who doesn't shoot or stab his other twin.

[ heavy shoulderpats ]

[stillnot]

[ she's not even trying to be mean she just reflexively knocks it away?????? help ]

[decaptych]

You worry the shit out of me and I want to beat you up so much of the fucking time.

[ This is the rudest of this particular dare set help. ]

...But I appreciate you trying to help me anyway.

[ Adds that on. ]