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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.

[remarch]

Does it involve barbeque sauce?

[counterfating]

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

[virgitarian]

No. But it could, if you so wish.

[pchaaair]

[... um]

What kind of proposition are we talking about?

[virgitarian]

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

[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!

[virgitarian]

[yeah it's pretty majestic and junk]

[counterfating]

-- Are...

Are there two dragons, or are you the one who ate my team.

[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.

[virgitarian]

I am.

[pchaaair]

... We can?

I-- er, how?

[virgitarian]

I am thinking about the next competition. I offer your team the opportunity to assist me with it.

[acquest]

My teeth are pretty sharp, but I don't have your stomach, if that's what you have in mind.

[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.

[virgitarian]

...Tell me more about your chef.

[remarch]

That's not a fair business proposal, is it? You should tell us what you're looking for before we make any deals.

[virgitarian]

That's a good question, isn't it? If you were the dragon, what sort of competition would you run?

[counterfating]

... So what are you offering?

[pchaaair]

...

A competition where people don't become, um, dinner.

[virgitarian]

No. That part is reserved for me.

But you, however, may take on the rest.

[virgitarian]

I'd like to know what sort of competition Celeste would run.

[virgitarian]

The chance to plan and administrate my next competition.

[acquest]

So that's. . . what, you want us to run the damn thing for you?

[virgitarian]

That part is non-negotiable. A good competition always makes me hungry.