GAME OF KINGS

[beathollow]

Who: Barhoppers
What: King's Game
When: Post-Roseroot
Where: The Watchtower Bar
Warnings: tba

( it's a quiet night, after everything...but not for long. while mafuyu's organizing it (but will be passing it off to luca once it's time for the "children" to leave, she's ultimately leaving the hospitality up to luca. she's very bad at this. but she does prop up two sheets: a sign up sheet, and the rules. )

THE RULES:


1. everyone participating draws a stick from the cup. the person with the blue-topped stick is the king! everyone else has a number.

2. the king will issue orders by number, and those orders should be followed to the best of the other person's ability.

3. once completed, all sticks are returned upside-down to the cup and the next round begins.

THE SETUP:

first off, i will post a sign-up sheet! sign up whenever you feel like joining the game, and you'll be added to the rng distribution! to leave the game, reply to your sign up comment and i'll remove you from it!

after that, i'll post a round # toplevel with the king and round participants- if you sign up midround you will be added to the next one! the king must reply first to give their orders, and then people can reply to them to complete their tasks. don't worry about finishing threads/orders quickly, backtagging is absolutely okay, after all!

new rounds will go out once an hour.

risque is alright, but anything else? save it for later, please! and have fun!

Comments

[tempurahair]

[The way he looks like he want to cry. But fine. He's going to trudge up to the bar looking like the saddest, wettest bug in the world.]

[cryopathy]

[oh, this poor man.

kiera might let him suffer for the fun of it, but that would involve someone other than her getting luca wet, and she can't stand for that.]

Water, right? [she gets to pouring a glass, and slides it over to him with a conniving smile.]

Technically, I'm the bartender who served you. [a wink as they step to the side, where the bar opens, so kyojuro has a good shot.] Trust me.

[tempurahair]

[Kyojuro takes the glass into one hand, practically trembling. It feels wrong to drag someone else into his trouble. The guilt weighs on him already, mind racing to figure out how to worm his way out of this. He looks at their hands, then at the glass, before the answer hits him.]

Wait! You are a beautiful genius, my friend!

[Kyojuro promptly barrels past her, squeezing behind the bar and grabbing a new glass. He serves himself, thank you, then steps back away. Only once he's clear of the work space does he lift the glass high over his head.

And proceeds to pour it on himself.]

[cryopathy]

[... himbo. this man is a himbo.

still, before he can skitter back to the game, kiera takes up the glass they'd just poured and stirs their finger in it. it freezes partly, into a fine, powdery snow, which they form into a ball and offer to him.]

Here you go, handsome. And don't forget to stop by for a real drink, alright?

[tempurahair]

Ah, I am not much of a drinker, but I appreciate the offer nonetheless!

[Said with a bright laugh as he takes that snowball! Thank you!

He is absolutely seeking Akaza out, hand behind his back.]

Well played, my friend!

[He proceeds to pull the man in for a one armed, very wet hug. And of course smashes the snowball atop his head.]

[bluebasketballed]

[someone was too busy rolling his eyes to see the snowball until it's in his hair. he chokes out a startled noise, but... then laughs just as loud as kyojuro. guess he deserves being wet, too.

they don't have crushes on each other btw.]

[tempurahair]

[The windows are now shaking from the sound of his laugh. Thanks chat.]

[bluebasketballed]

[this fucking idiot --]