Byzantium

[teamposts]

[The Alchemist’s Apprentice claps her hands and divides everyone into their teams. Then curtains fall around each group, completely cutting off all noise from the outside, as a piece of paper falls into the middle of the group, your prompt written on it. Right after the paper, a good dozen boxes full of every kind of costume you could want for this production follows, including team uniforms of the other teams, costumes to dress like the portraits, silly props, and anything else that you may think you need.]

Comments

[hyanaimne]

They came to an agreement with the portrait. A deal, of sorts.

[chastitybeltisland]

Alright. So far, so good, I suppose.

[hyanaimne]

Ah . . . they offered her something in exchange for a solid win. Perhaps offered to work inside the portrait for a certain period of time.

[chastitybeltisland]

I do not know how to show this.

[hyanaimne]

Nor I.

[chastitybeltisland]

I suppose if we were to be one the portrait and the other from Cardinal?

[hyanaimne]

I suppose so.

[chastitybeltisland]

Then, what is the deal?

[hyanaimne]

. . . haven't a clue.

[chastitybeltisland]

What would be an easy way to win?

[hyanaimne]

. . . a race, perhaps?

[chastitybeltisland]

It sounds good.

[hyanaimne]

Then there it is.

[chastitybeltisland]

Are we ready?

[hyanaimne]

. . . are we?

[chastitybeltisland]

I ... really can't tell.

[hyanaimne]

We are not the greatest actors.

[chastitybeltisland]

Unfortunately so.

[hyanaimne]

Must we . . .

[chastitybeltisland]

If we want to ompete.

[hyanaimne]

[sighs]

As we must, then.

[chastitybeltisland]

There is no helping it.

[hyanaimne]

[just makes a face]

[chastitybeltisland]

[nice face, ma]