DAY :33

[wille]

[ Fatigue is the clearest sense that bleeds through when she opens the link, but it's not dwelled upon, just an old bedfellow grown familiar. In contrast, Misato tries her darndest to seem nothing but determined, confident, enthused. It's not a lie if she also believes it. ]

( Hey everyone. We've found a few things we can use to our advantage.

First, if you want to pander to the judges' preferences, you should go colorful, electric, violent, sexy and loud. It's no time to be shy. Miss Mystery hates forest green and wears shoes dipped in liquid metal. Saldo Saldo likes soft vore, shiny and over-the-top body modifs and, uhm, transformations, like ugly duckling turning into a swan stuff. Now Talius Rex loves exotic pets, the more human-like the better, exploit that, he also likes cute things and dressing them and himself up. You may have seen his pets around . . .

Sam has also found that the chips the competitors wear are tracking their vitals, location and they act as credit cards. We may be able to use this. I know we've got a few tech-savvy people out there.

Lastly, I've got some experience choreographing giant weapons, so talk to me if you want help with that.

We can win this! I know it! Let's do our best!! )
 

Comments

[lavelly]

( I agree with you. They must all lead such boring lives. )

[wille]

( Boring. Shackled. Confined by their own fears. It's no way to live. )

[ She stops short of saying pathetic. ]

( Still getting the headaches, Lavellan? )

[lavelly]

[It seems like he's stumbled across some bitterness. He elects not to push.

Surprise may register on Misato's end of the link, before Lavellan remembers older hosts probably experienced the same symptoms.]

( Less so than before. How long do they usually last? )

[wille]

[ Salty as heck. Someone less kind might point out that it's a defense mechanism, which wouldn't be wrong. ]

( Too long. But with so much going on, sometimes you forget about it, which helps. )

[lavelly]

( I... suppose that's something. )

[It's really not.]

( How long is "too long"? Ah, what length of time am I possibly looking at here, exactly. ) [Read: how long have the rest of you been here.]

[wille]

[ Her hesitation is telling. See, Misato dealt with her headaches the same way she dealt with any bumps in the road, that is, by putting the pedal to the floor and heading straight for them. ]

( Depends. If you keep talking to me like this, it will get worse. But the more you talk to me and others like this, eventually it will get better. Does that make sense? )

[lavelly]

[It certainly does make a lot of unfortunate sense.]

( And I suppose just not participating isn't an option. )

[wille]

( Running away is always an option. )

[ Even if it's clear, from the way she says it, from the hardness behind the words, that really, it isn't. The only real option is forward. ]

( But you'll find yourself running toward whatever you were trying to escape anyway. )

[lavelly]

[Can you mentally heave a sigh? Lavellan mentally heaves a sigh.]

( Well, that's just wonderful. Hopeless situations are my favorite. )