Game 36 - Teal

[teamposts]

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[goodbyenurse]

Certainly.

Are these games always so thrilling?

[fishpanties]

Thrilling?

[goodbyenurse]

A mental exercise of determining who will protect whom, so that we may use our protection to either save someone who will certainly save us, or protect someone whose safety is not ensured... depending on our proclivities, of course.

It is stimulating to consider.

[fishpanties]

. . . I'd call it horrific.

[goodbyenurse]

[This is more of that 'morals' stuff, isn't it.]

Well, in either case we should choose Iris. If there are more winners than possible prizes, the memories would go to those who mutually protected each other. Since you are certain in their choice, they should be ours.

[fishpanties]

[I really, really hope I'm right.]

Like I said, we'll wait on Tiramisu.

[goodbyenurse]

Very well.

Ahh... this may not be the time for this, but I meant to thank you for the memory earlier today.

[fishpanties]

Huh? Oh . . .

How was it?

[goodbyenurse]

As muted as the one before it, with whispering voices speaking unceasingly in my mind.

...do you know what 'Primum non nocere' means, by any chance?

[fishpanties]

Pri . . . ? Mm, no. Kit might.

[goodbyenurse]

A man stabbed me.

I almost killed him, then thought those words and healed him instead. I am unsure why I would choose to do this... he was clearly a drug-addled vagrant with no purpose left on this earth.

[fishpanties]

[. . . WHAT.]

Ah . . . T-That's . . .

[Bites her lip.] Something probably happened to make you swear away from killing people.

[goodbyenurse]

That is possible.

I promised to inform you of any additional complications, so I must also inform you that the voices I heard were encouraging letting him die, and also that my stab wounds closed with a supernatural speed.

I tested it in my room afterwards with a small cut on my hand, and can confirm I have some power to heal myself and others. [Except there weren't any knives in her room...]

[fishpanties]

- eh? How did you cut yourself?

[DID YOU FIND THE KNIFE STASH . . .]

[goodbyenurse]

I manifested energy around my hand and made it razor sharp. [She holds up her right hand and demonstrates, an orange energy covering it.]

It looks differently than it did in the memory, but I can control its size and shape without issue. [To demonstrate, she has it grow various spiky protrusions, get bigger, get smaller... and then vanish completely.]

[fishpanties]

[. . . whoa]

[goodbyenurse]

I do not know when I learned to do that, but judging by its existence and the way I felt when I considered letting him die...

I do not believe I am a normal doctor. [Because until just now there was clearly no way to tell.]

[fishpanties]

[runs a hand through her hair. t-this is hard to keep straight when she's worried about her other friends . . . ]

It sounds like you could have become a doctor to . . . I don't know, atone for something, or to remove yourself from something.

[goodbyenurse]

It is possible.

Are you alright?

[fishpanties]

[shrugs]

I hate these competitions.

[goodbyenurse]

I will admit that despite the mental stimulation, it is... disconcerting to not be in control over whether our team lives or dies. The mental exercises to see what our odds are, however, are more than adequate for keeping my mind off of such things.

[fishpanties]

Mm . . .

Well, I've always been a worrier.

[goodbyenurse]

And I do not know the other teams well enough to create an adequate probability.

Might I ask about your relationship with Kit?

[fishpanties]

. . . My childhood friend, my best friend, and my—my boyfriend.

[goodbyenurse]

Your boyfriend?