It's...a bedroom! Although pink is the primary color, the furnishings are an interesting mixture of sleek modern and plush, dark gothic. The large bed is piled with stuffed animals, all sheep, and by far the centerpiece of the room, but there's closet doors to one side, a vanity to the other, and a bathroom (door open) against the far wall. There are shaded lamps on the nightstands, and pillows shaped like hearts.]
Newt doesn't really want to snoop, though. Partly because he's a Nice Guy (tm) and partly because he's pretty sure Patience could kick his ass and, like, he's tryna tap that, so.]
God, right? And it's not going to get any better with the newly dead on the way.
[No offense, week five victims and maybe possibly Guy, but also, full offense. Ugh.]
Hey, sorry, I've been busy fighting everyone off this week. Chuuya keeps trying to beat me up. I wanted to wait until I wouldn't have spectators for my searching.
Oh, I could, but that doesn't mean I want a yappy dog at my heels constantly. And if I deck him once, it'll just invite the rest of the bleeding hearts to come for me.
[He lags behind her as she makes her way to the bed, watching her sprawl.]
I thought it was going to be so much harder. Like, people were super all over my ass the first couple of weeks, and Chuuya almost got me just the other day. Julius has been asking too many questions, too.
[She laughs.]
Oh, but I know how to play, so I'm more worried about the kids. When Ray gets here, try and distract him. If anyone's going to see through me, it's that one.
Oh, well, that part of my plan isn't going as well as I hoped. I thought there'd be more panic and mayhem after the first couple gods died, but then, boo, everyone started keeping everyone at one follower on purpose. Can you get anymore lame? Like, not only does it take the drama out of it, but, ugh, it goes against the basic principle of the whole game in the first place. I mean, not that I care about the principles, but still.
[Patience hums, then, tapping one of her fingers on the bedspread.]
It'll be annoying with so many of them alive, but that doesn't matter. The real plan is that they said whichever god gains the most followers becomes the supreme authority of the pantheon. But...you know, they never said that the god with those followers had to be part of the competition. Or that those followers even had to still be alive.
Enough that it shouldn't be a problem unless someone manages to spill the beans.
[She shakes her head.]
Between you and me, I made the whole thing up just so nobody would get suspicious when I stuck any of the dead gods over there. They'd blow the whistle on me so fast, you know? So I'm only going to ask for tokens where they can't see.
Even if word gets out, what could anyone really do at this point? It's not as if we can defect from you, and based on the weekly counts, keeping our tokens wouldn't benefit the other gods.
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Or is that a misdirect? The dead do count toward the competition.
As long as I'm not playing, I'm safe from scrutiny. If anyone realizes that I'm involving myself on a technicality, they'll have the authority to force my hand and make me give my oath to their stupid rules, and all of this will have been wasted.
[Ugh.]
And, you know, nobody on the living side will defect to me last minute no matter how good my offers are, because they'll all be like, Patience, how awful! You're such a liar! and whatnot. You know, really preachy.
Mm, and we wouldn't want both of our efforts to go to waste... Though, as much as I've been insisting my plan was foiled when Ray caught me, I'm not one to give up that easily.
[He reclines next to her, propping himself up on his elbows before shooting her a smirk.]
Most of the living does seem awfully goody-goody, despite all the foreshadowing that this wasn't meant to be a friendly competition. I still have a teensy bit of pull up there, though. I might be able to sway a couple people, if it came down to it.
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It's...a bedroom! Although pink is the primary color, the furnishings are an interesting mixture of sleek modern and plush, dark gothic. The large bed is piled with stuffed animals, all sheep, and by far the centerpiece of the room, but there's closet doors to one side, a vanity to the other, and a bathroom (door open) against the far wall. There are shaded lamps on the nightstands, and pillows shaped like hearts.]
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Newt doesn't really want to snoop, though. Partly because he's a Nice Guy (tm) and partly because he's pretty sure Patience could kick his ass and, like, he's tryna tap that, so.]
...Patience? You in here?
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[She's right behind him, lol.]
I was looking for you. Silly, silly me.
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Hey there. You were looking for me, huh?
[Do tell.]
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[She slides past him, her arm grabbing onto his as she does and pulling him inside.]
I can't believe it took you a whole week to actually look for my room.
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God, right? And it's not going to get any better with the newly dead on the way.
[No offense, week five victims and maybe possibly Guy, but also, full offense. Ugh.]
Hey, sorry, I've been busy fighting everyone off this week. Chuuya keeps trying to beat me up. I wanted to wait until I wouldn't have spectators for my searching.
[is his ic excuse for me being a dumbass.]
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[She laughs as she lets go of him and plops herself down on her bed, lounging comfortably.]
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[He lags behind her as she makes her way to the bed, watching her sprawl.]
How's your devious plot going, by the way?
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[Yay!]
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Damn, really? Nice work.
[He's so proud of you, baby. He leans against one of the bedposts, still drinking her in.]
Anything I can do to help? I want you to take this thing.
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[She laughs.]
Oh, but I know how to play, so I'm more worried about the kids. When Ray gets here, try and distract him. If anyone's going to see through me, it's that one.
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[That's basically all he's done all game, so. He sits down next to her.]
What are you trying to do, exactly? You never did tell me much about your plan.
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[She crosses her legs as she shifts to look at him.]
I'm letting them kill each other.
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[His eyes drop to watch her legs cross.]
Oh yeah? You think they'll manage to destroy the competition enough before the end? We're getting down to the wire, here.
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Oh, well, that part of my plan isn't going as well as I hoped. I thought there'd be more panic and mayhem after the first couple gods died, but then, boo, everyone started keeping everyone at one follower on purpose. Can you get anymore lame? Like, not only does it take the drama out of it, but, ugh, it goes against the basic principle of the whole game in the first place. I mean, not that I care about the principles, but still.
[Patience hums, then, tapping one of her fingers on the bedspread.]
It'll be annoying with so many of them alive, but that doesn't matter. The real plan is that they said whichever god gains the most followers becomes the supreme authority of the pantheon. But...you know, they never said that the god with those followers had to be part of the competition. Or that those followers even had to still be alive.
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I really am on your team now, huh? I knew I liked you for a reason. Clever, that loophole.
[He turns the stone over in his hands.]
How many do you have so far? Do the rest of us in that other section of this place count toward your numbers?
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[She shakes her head.]
Between you and me, I made the whole thing up just so nobody would get suspicious when I stuck any of the dead gods over there. They'd blow the whistle on me so fast, you know? So I'm only going to ask for tokens where they can't see.
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[...]
Or is that a misdirect? The dead do count toward the competition.
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[And can't make her give back their tokens.]
As long as I'm not playing, I'm safe from scrutiny. If anyone realizes that I'm involving myself on a technicality, they'll have the authority to force my hand and make me give my oath to their stupid rules, and all of this will have been wasted.
[Ugh.]
And, you know, nobody on the living side will defect to me last minute no matter how good my offers are, because they'll all be like, Patience, how awful! You're such a liar! and whatnot. You know, really preachy.
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[He reclines next to her, propping himself up on his elbows before shooting her a smirk.]
Most of the living does seem awfully goody-goody, despite all the foreshadowing that this wasn't meant to be a friendly competition. I still have a teensy bit of pull up there, though. I might be able to sway a couple people, if it came down to it.
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[She can't help but be a bit curious.]
Is one of them that pigtailed mad scientist?
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[He tips his head from side to side, thinking.]
Maaaybe Nonon, though... It's tough to say. And maybe Hiro, too.
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welp time for me to run out of appropriate icons, also sorry other mods??