ANGEL GAME 1: GROUP A

[hot_mess_express]

[You enter the tent to find yourself in what appears to be a conference room in the sky. The walls and ceiling consist of a glass dome, outside of which a raging thunderstorm can be seen. If you approach the wall, you’ll find the room seems to be floating. Down below is a forest, but it’s raining so hard that it’s impossible to make out any details.

The inside of the room has only a large, circular table. In the center is open space, and around the outer edge are high-backed chairs. In front of each chair is a paper with a copy of the rules -- when everyone sits, the game will begin.

In Group A is: ginger, thyme, & licorice.]

Comments

DISCUSSION

[hot_mess_express]

Re: DISCUSSION

[ruinatings]

...

[hey this is kind of uncomfortably familiar]

Re: DISCUSSION

[ruinatings]

I'll go.

[it's NOT A NEW CONCEPT, HONESTLY]

Re: DISCUSSION

[nihilmancy]

[Immediately.]

I will offer myself up.

Re: DISCUSSION

[ruinatings]

That won't be necessary.

Re: DISCUSSION

[nihilmancy]

I refuse.

[I already have confusing half formed issues coagulating around hating myself, that I don't understand yet!]

Re: DISCUSSION

[ruinatings]

Overruled. As someone whose life is already forfeit, I won't let anyone else's be wasted.

[ewestmarch]

For fuck's sake.

How do we know this isn't a trap, and the mirror's been talking to us this entire time, leading up to getting to eat one of us?

[nihilmancy]

[With a noticeable surge of magic to those who detect such things, Tabby suddenly disappears and reappears right next to the mirror and just goes in, laughing and smiling.]

I win.

[ewestmarch]

[Rubbing the bridge of her nose oh my god.]

...Kay.

[be like that.]

[ruinatings]

[what the fuck?!]

--Damn it.

[ewestmarch]

[Emilia is already averting her eyes from the mirror before the voice even begins speaking. That's not what she looks like when she pictures herself. Doesn't match. Don't want to see it.]

No.

Someone still needs me.

Re: DISCUSSION

[friskmanagement]

[It didn't get any less heavy, how surprising.]

Uhhh.

Now it's asking us to kill ourselves?

Re: DISCUSSION

[bowtiedbones]

...

I don't trust that mirror.

Re: DISCUSSION

[friskmanagement]

[You look up at Eliza.] You don't? Why not?

[bowtiedbones]

Because I don't know the guy that's asking us these questions, and the last one wasn't above poisoning us.

[friskmanagement]

...

The last one did poison us.

[You cross your arms.]

I don't think I trust it either.

[ewestmarch]

Wait, who poisoned you?

[friskmanagement]

The person before this. They made us get a bunch of stuff and put in a pot to cure the poison.

We were really sick the whole time. It sucked.

[ewestmarch]

...Fantastic. Well, I'd say we should all leave, but -

[Glasses lady already jumped in.]

[ewestmarch]

[Looking up, sharply, at it:] Is it doing something?

[So not here for a cursed mirror that tricks people into being eaten by giving them moral questions.]

[bowtiedbones]

Nothing that I can tell. More like... I guess, I don't trust the person that's asking us to go into that mirror.

[ewestmarch]

I don't either. What do they get out of any of this?

[bowtiedbones]

By the sound of it, they mean it to be educational for us.

[ewestmarch]

I'd prefer not to learn than be poisoned, myself.