Epona

[soulping]

[You enter a room made entirely of thick glass and patterned porcelain. Fluffy pillows and beanbags are scattered across the floor, providing plenty of comfortable places to sit, but they probably don't make up for what's on the ceiling (spears of jagged glass, steaming kettles of some boiling liquid), or the view through the floor (a long, long drop down into a pit, wherein weapons glint, sharp and business-ends pointed up towards you).

A round table stands in the middle of the room. Upon it stands six vases, each one the color of one team, and a scattering of gems in three different colors: obsidian, sapphire, and crystals.]

Comments

[gandere]

[ Does she want to scare her teammate. ]

Something rotten. [ Starting to gather up the pillows and bean bags into a pile. ]

[moderndaywhitemage]

[well I knew ... that ...]

[gandere]

[ Don't ask obvious questions then! ]

Help me with this.

[moderndaywhitemage]

Yeah, okay.

[gandere]

If we can make a big enough safe spot... just might be enough to save us from possible impalement. Not much, but maybe it'll be enough.

[moderndaywhitemage]

[swallows hard] You think?

[gandere]

[ No, but it's the best she can do. ]

It's something.

[moderndaywhitemage]

Yeah...

[gandere]

We can do that cuddling thing you two seem fond of.

[moderndaywhitemage]

[wow you must be freaking out to agree to cuddles]

[gandere]

[ First offering to be someone's good friend and now cuddling. This is all terrible. ]

Unless you don't want to.

[moderndaywhitemage]

Mm, I'd like it.

[gandere]

All right, so let's finish this up and then crawl inside. It'll be our own little slumber party.

[moderndaywhitemage]

[with IMPENDING DEATH hanging over our heads]

Right... !

[gandere]

[ Not if Schooler holds herself over the two of you it won't be. ]

[moderndaywhitemage]

[then we'll be sitting above impending death?]

[gandere]

[ Can't be in two places at once! ]

[moderndaywhitemage]

[you tried]