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Who: Drama, anybody.
When: Day 1, Night
Where: Drama
What: PILLOWFORT

[ What happens when you allow a former Teal access to blankets, pillows, and mattresses?

FORTS. FORTS HAPPEN.

Which is to say: Coco has transformed her room into a den of cosiness, and if you're team, a friend of the team, or a friend of a friend of the team, you're (probably) welcome to crawl in and make yourself at home. ]

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That's still . . . geez. I don't - I didn't know it was possible to get that low a score. N-No offense.

Yeah, well... Better than the alternatives. I like to think of that score as a giant middle finger at that bitch of an Echo.

... But, well... You can see why I'm pretty apprehensive about this game.

We couldn't play on ourselves or refuse to play . . . I know they played it before, as well, but I wasn't there for it.

[he reaches up to rub at the bridge of his nose, knocking his glasses down a bit] Understandably. At least it isn't the war rooms . . .

War rooms?

Push a button, attack a team. It was a stupid game.

Or the . . . I don't remember if it had a name. But they would take a member of a team and put them in glass cases, and people had to choose which one to save.

[yeah that second one gets a hell of a reaction from her

her breathing just stops, her eyes go wide, and she goes incredibly tense and freezes completely]

[that's one hell of a reaction, yep.

He turns towards her a little more, so he can look at her directly]

. . . so you know that one.

[sadly, she doesn't quite respond

she's breathing, but it's very shallow and rapid, her eyes are unfocused now, and she's clutching her head and looks absolutely terrified...]

. . . Nightingale.

[he reaches out to touch her shoulder]

[She reflexively recoils from the touch, but it's enough to get her to focus, pulling her back to reality enough to try to calm herself]

What- You? I'm- I'm okay, just- Hold on, I'll...

[he draws his hand back, but gestures to the kitchen]

Come sit down, you don't look okay at all.

[she's about to protest that she's okay, but she stops herself, knowing that there's no way anyone would possibly buy that now

her breathing is still rough and shallow, and she's shaking as she walks, with a hand against the wall to support herself as she goes.]

... Thanks. And, sorry.

[he shakes his head, a hand almost hovering as she walks down the hall]

I'm sorry for bringing it up.

I was the one who asked about games. I didn't think- I should have realized if this game is being repeated, a lot of them would, but...

. . . but?

... It never occurred to me. I didn't want to think about it at all.

. . . I doubt anyone wants to think about it. Or that other people have had to go through it.

[Nods.]

Did the one who ran yours... ever get what was coming to them?

Trickster? He did.

Good. Nyssa will too, eventually.

I hope so. No one should have to go through those games.

No one should, but...

[Lol how many of us here have]

You have to wonder how they all get the idea to run those games . . .

I've thought about it, but all the answers I come up with I decided I'd rather not consider.

. . . still, it's worth wondering about. Even if the answer isn't something any of us want to hear.