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[teamposts]

Who: Celeste and Dragon
When: Day 11, morningish
Where: Dragon's portrait
What:

[Today, scaled talons reach out and grab each of the Celestes in turn, pulling them into Dragon's cave. Dragon itself is there, lounging on the floor, the bones of animals strewn all around. It surveys them lazily.]

Celeste. I have a proposition for you.

Comments

[acquest]

This proposition isn't going to end with us getting fucking eaten again, is it? If the answer is yes, our answer is no and why the fuck did you bother asking.

[virgitarian]

No. But it could, if you so wish.

[acquest]

Nope! If it doesn't involve us getting eaten and our agreement means not getting eaten for even longer, you can fucking count on me!

[remarch]

Does it involve barbeque sauce?

[virgitarian]

N—well, perhaps. Let's not close that door, shall we?

[remarch]

If it does, I will totally find a salt shaker or sauce and throw it on the other teams if you skip us. We can lend you our chef if you bring him back after.

[counterfating]

[i'd listen but right now i am concerned with holy shit a fucking dragon]

[virgitarian]

[yeah it's pretty majestic and junk]

[pchaaair]

[... um]

What kind of proposition are we talking about?

[virgitarian]

I was ruminating on the last competition, and I began to think about how the lot of you didn't stand much of a chance at that time. Perhaps we can change that the next time around.

GAME PLANNING

[acquest]

So, we've heard what our giant cold-blooded friend's spiel was, are we ready to fucking plan this thing or what? Ideas, let's get working on this!

Re: GAME PLANNING

[pchaaair]

[sliiiides over to]

I am not sure what to do.

Re: GAME PLANNING

[remarch]

So. We need them to torture each other horribly because anguish is dragon lube, then serve them as snacks, and preferably we need a way that they can bribe us for favoritism so we can make a profit and make everyone think about being allied to team 'in Soviet game, art appreciates you.'

GAME PROPOSAL

[acquest]

Dragon, we've got a proposal. Idea! What the fuck ever you want to call it!

Cooking contest. First round is trying to make something good enough to please you. If it's not fucking good enough, the teams that are the worst cooks?

Head into the second round! Voting. Other teams have to pick which bastard on each of the loser teams should be fed to you to make up for the subpar meals.

That passable?

Re: GAME PROPOSAL

[virgitarian]

And where is Celeste, in this proposal of yours?

PLANNING PART 2

[acquest]

You heard him. Do we want to play along with the rest, or single ourselves out here? Looks like we have a fucking choice in the matter, for once.

Re: PLANNING PART 2

[pchaaair]

Which would be better for us, in the end? Since, both could have benefits.

Re: PLANNING PART 2

[unquestion]

Oh, so this is where you all went...

Re: PLANNING PART 2

[remarch]

We single ourselves out. Use it to our advantage, make teams think we might be in charge of more games and wonder if it's worth pissing us off. We play it like another team and nothing about our position changes. Oh, except if it comes out later and we look like hidden moles, in which case we might as well slit our own throats before they get to it.

Re: PLANNING PART 2

[counterfating]

[ > sir not participating in this discussion anymore]

[treaclewell]

[...yeah she is also

not participating in this discussion

too much brain conflict going on right now

and also a lot of unhappy discomfort]

DECISION PART 2

[acquest]

Dragon! ☆ We'll "play" right along side the others. Our terms and conditions: don't fucking pick us to eat or out that we designed it! Not that we're planning on cooking shit that's not up to snuff.

Re: DECISION PART 2

[virgitarian]

Very well. I shall not say a word, nor shall I eat you, provided that you do not specifically displease me in some way.

I'll have the peasants bring in some ingredients and implements. Is assuring your own safety the only way in which you choose to utilize this opportunity?

[counterfating]

[from here

AND ONCE THEY ARE PAST THE BLIZZARD b-brushing snow out of his hair]

... It was about the game we had to design.

[unquestion]

So that's why you couldn't tell me outside...

[ shaking his head to get his snow off Idr want to get my card all snowy ]