BYZANTIUM

[teamposts]

[You find yourself standing on a wooden platform suspended from the ceiling of a stone dungeon lit by many torches. The platform is held up by 11 woolen threads in your color, and it sways precariously with every movement you make. It doesn’t seem very sturdy at all. . . though in addition to those 11 strings, there are 11 more attached to the side of the platform, one in each other team color. They’re within easy reach.

If you peer over the edge of your platform, you’ll be able to see the floor of the dungeon, though it might not necessarily give you comfort. Dozens of iron, pointy spikes are embedded into the ground, the sharp ends facing up. If you fall, it won’t be a pleasant trip down.

You can also see the other teams suspended on similar platforms around you. They’re far enough away that they probably can’t hear you talking on your own platform, but if you yell, you might be able to communicate. . .]

Comments

[overclocking]

[He pauses for a moment, counting off on his fingers]

Our options are Lilac, Saffron, Sage, Fawn, and Iris.

[hyanaimne]

[u-ugh clenches her hands at her sides]

. . . Saffron and Fawn? And one more.

[chastitybeltisland]

... Fawn, Cardinal, Sage?

[overclocking]

I would still prefer to avoid Iris, so...

[Glances at Tempest, then away]

... Fawn, Cardinal, and Sage are fine with me.

[chastitybeltisland]

Alright.

[brokenstrings]

[coolson is continuing to isolate himself, standing away from the team and staring at Canary, clenching his jaw

he'll go into calm and deadly fury mode in three...two...]

Fine. Do it.

[hyanaimne]

[just crosses her arms and nods]

[overclocking]

[He gives Hellion a long, concerned glance before standing next to Tempest, shoulder just barely brushing hers.]

Sorry.

[hyanaimne]

[shakes her head]

Don't.