GAME OVER (S██'s Palace)

[pointzeropercent]

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[metagame]

What's it say?

[He knows they need to work together to get out of this.]

[prozaic]

Russian roulette. [He may have butchered the pronunciation of "Russian", but there's no mistaking the dislike in it over the term itself.

Ugh why is it always this game. Why Ursine roulette-- Russian, technically, but he knows this as Ursine roulette.

Then he digs out the two blank bullets from his pockets.]

I know how this game goes, and disdain the stories that use it as its tension.

In any case; three live bullets, six blanks. We win by not hitting a real person. [Then he hands off the note.]

[speedingticket]

[ When he hears this, Rutile looks at the gun in his hand and he can literally feel the blood draining from his face.

He feels sick. ]

[prozaic]

[Holds out his hand.]

Let me take that off of your hands.

[speedingticket]

[ Rutile looks at the gun, looks at Shalem's extended hand, looks at his face, and gently places it there.

He won't let go yet, though. He looks up at Shalem, his eyes pleading. ]

...Please try not to kill anyone.

[ He knows the violence at the circus was...specific, and he knows this is part of the game, but still. ]

[prozaic]

In a game of chance, there's no guarantee. But the chances of killing someone goes higher the longer it plays out.

[speedingticket]

[ He studies Shalem for a moment longer, and...

He lets go. Shalem can have the gun. ]

I can't die...

[ He whispers this to himself, mostly. ]

[metagame]

Of course it'd be the game for cowards and scumbags.

[Magenta-Sou sucks.]

[beathollow]

...

( she hates this. )

[unweathered]

[ Was Schneider here this whole time? Of course she was. She just keeps wandering off like a stray cat without a leash]

Hand it over. I'll do it.

[Give her the gun]

[beathollow]

( OH GOD THE SCARY PRETTY GIRL CAME OUT OF NOWHERE- )

Ah. Hello.

( ...

she doesn't feel like it would be a good idea to declare that unless necessary she'll be on the sideline to heal as needed. but. that is the decision she's making.

please don't think she's insulting you schneider- )

[metagame]

[Atem nods only once to Schneider before he takes a chair.

This isn't blind faith--- he saw what she can do with a gun back against Oberon. So he believes without a doubt she'll beat this shitty game. He will show Shin that he can trust others... He doesn't have to lie or be afraid!]

[moodwrecker]

[Oh great, it's the scary girl...]

That still leaves the question of how we get out of this without shooting a live person.

[metagame]

There are three live rounds and six blanks.

Being shot with a blank will still hurt, but it won't be nearly as fatal as a live round.

[moodwrecker]

That's assuming they can avoid hitting us with a live round.

[prozaic]

I have it, thank you.

[Rutile gave him the gun, and. Well. He has ideas.]

Hand me the bullets, everyone. I'll spin the barrel before the first shot, and be sure to aim at a person before a mannequin.

[pointzeropercent]

[Currently seats 1, 3, 4, 5, and 8 are occupied by mannequins. Seats 2, 6, 7, and 9 are free for the taking.

Once the four seats are filled and the shooter as loaded the gun (specifying what order the bullets are being put in the gun, spots 1-9), then we shall begin.]

[metagame]

[Atem sits in seat six!]

[speedingticket]

[ Gently sitting down in seat 2... ]

[moodwrecker]

[She'll take lucky seat number seven and try not to look too nervous (she's hella nervous)]

[pointzeropercent]

[Sayaka will be in seat 9 then.]

[unweathered]

[Hmmmm]

Oh? How does that help?

[moodwrecker]

How are we supposed to win if it's totally luck?!

[unweathered]

It wont be luck with me.

[moodwrecker]

[Still looks unsure, but she'll finally relent.

...

Don't shoot her on purpose either, though, thanks.]