UNO ♔ [TEXT]

[ushishishi]

The people not involved in this game are nothing but wires and electronics under their skin.

How boring. I thought this cooperation would give a prince some real opponents.

Are all of you the same as them on the inside, I wonder?

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[sockswithsandals]

[Reluctance, please. He almost got stabbed in the neck last time, this is reasonable. But he grabs the robot head anyway and kind of- hugs it. Possessively.

What a cool prop.]

I had only an iota of doubt. [robot head robot head robot head...

...robot head!!!] Thanks.

[ushishishi]

[True to his word, Bel cracks open one bag of the chips (inspecting the seal carefully first) and produces not a knife from them, but a tasty carbohydrate based snack.]

Ushishishi~!

[Crunch. Chew chew chew. Swallow.]

[They were passable. He turns away to go enjoy his snack on the bed. Pig.]

What are you going to do with that thing?

[sockswithsandals]

[Yotsuya remains where he is, close to the door in case he needs to dive out of the way of sharp objects. Everyone in this room is paranoid. He's still ogling the head, up close now!! but glances up at Bel.]

I don't know yet. Something exciting, hopefully.

[ushishishi]

[Flopping back on the bed, Bel disregards any food safety recommendations and eats his snack lying down. Because he's a prince.]

[At least no knives are coming of this!!! this time.]

Aiming for a cheap trick or scare, like a horror movie? 'shishi, that might get you some points from the more pathetic ones here.

[sockswithsandals]

Hardly.

[As if he would waste such a good piece on something cheap. That's what shitty notes taped to the wall are for.

He tucks the head under his arm and thinks. about it.]

It's a prop, not a focal point. Part of a greater whole.

[ushishishi]

[Chomping down on a few more chips, Bel shifts and flops half his body off the bed, legs still on but head hanging off the side upside down. Shame, if he was facing your direction you might see his eyes like this.]

Aah? Are you going to make me get more to make a museum of those?

[sockswithsandals]

[His roommate appears to be melting... that's fine. He leans against the door frame, and taps his fingers on the robot head.]

Maybe. Not for that purpose, though. I don't know yet.

[ushishishi]

[When not stabbing or posing, Bel is rather... melty and slothful.]

[Crunch crunch. How the hell does he eat chips like this?]

You don't even have a plan?

[sockswithsandals]

[He's like an amoeba... that eats chips...]

It's a single head. You think that's everything involved?

[This is a process! excuse you.]

[ushishishi]

[he has about the motivation level of one right now.]

Obviously not. So you like to blindly fly through a failure, then, without any sort of idea where you're going?

[He is not Fran he doesn't know horror besides the rip rip stab stab part.]

[sockswithsandals]

[Not really surprising that he only thinks about the stabby parts.]

No. Creating a horror story requires narration, cast, and audience. [he taps on the head again] This head becomes part of the set, if it's relevant to the plot. "A creepy head" isn't the whole story at all.

Obviously, if I don't have an audience in mind, I can't tell you what this head is for yet. [Obviously!!]

[ushishishi]

[They're the most fun!]

'shishi~! So there is some thought in that head.

The audience here is fairly easy to read, no? Reluctant, weak people who got into this game not knowing what to expect.

[....Nevermind that they learned how joypoints were gotten after they signed up...]

[sockswithsandals]

You think you're excused? Everyone has the potential to be the audience.

[He's not picky!]

[ushishishi]

[Sliding back onto the bed in an amoeba like fashion, he turns to Yotsuya, looks over the head, and grins.]

You couldn't scare me with a thing like that.

[.....]

[He's asking for it.]

[sockswithsandals]

You're really not grasping the concept of the "story."

[It's like Bel's trying to climb to the top of the "people to terrorize" list...]

[ushishishi]

'Shishi~! You couldn't scare me in any shape or form, then.

[SLOWLY GETTING THERE....]

[sockswithsandals]

I wouldn't be so sure.

[Everyone is afraid of something, little prince. He is good at this job.]

[ushishishi]

I'm quite sure~ A prince does not get scared.

[Oh yes, does he have fears. Get through his arrogance to find them, brave soldier.]

[sockswithsandals]

Well, there's no point in arguing about it. Maybe someday I'll get to hear your scream, maybe not.

[SHRUGS. Challenge possibly accepted??]

[ushishishi]

[Crunch munch crunch. Swallow. Ushishishi.]

If you could do that, the prince wouldn't stab you for a month. But impossible things are just that~

[do it do it do it]

[sockswithsandals]

How tempting. Did you know, people who talk the most about their confidence are the easiest to shake?

[In his experience this is largely true....]

[ushishishi]

'shishishi~! You can try all you want and fail. That's fine with me. A prince isn't just any person.

[His is totally legit!!! It's not]

eons later

[sockswithsandals]

Yes, yes, of course; you wear a tiara, as everyone can see.

[He is nodding very sincerely, this is sincere, he is not making fun of anything.]

its ok I have like week old tags too

[ushishishi]

[sloooowly sitting up]

[sloooowly staring at yoyo]

[QUICKLY SCOWLING]

It's a coronet, idiot peasant.

you understand my plight

[sockswithsandals]

[How sensitive!]

Looks the same to me!