hold the milk put back the sugar [OPEN]

[trollofthree]

Characters: EVERYONE
Format: ANYTHING
This log is: open a cereal party you guys
Location: Dining Hall
Summary: BREAKFAST. It happens every day. It's also a great place to run into people whilst half-asleep, half-dressed and half-everything else.

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[summerstars]

"Run on..." She blinked, stared and shook her head. Run on what now? Too late she realized her reaction had thoroughly made the situation rather unsalveageable. She shook her head slowly again and studied Gino while he made a fairly impressive tower out of bits of breakfast.

What did he want, anyway? They had talked a little before the fight, of course, but there seemed to be no connection between that and this random conversation...

"I don't recognize that fuel," Grenn said with a shrug. Because it was obvious it was some sort of fuel. Randomly, her brain settled on that fight with Gino, and the... contortions he'd gone through to... Not immediately win the round back then. Why?

"Gino... Why did you..." Should she even bother? She hoped it wouldn't sound like an accusation. "You could have won the last round. Why not?" In her experience, you always should try to finish as soon as possible when it came to blood sports. And in Grenn's mind, this... Exaclan was a blood sport.

Maybe not as literally bloody or deadly as the frisbee race back home, but that didn't really matter.

[trollofthree]

"Because," he blinked, then grinned at her slowly, "That wouldn't be as fun, would it? Though I kinda misjudged how much time we had, in the end."

[summerstars]

Fun? She must be missing something. Right?

"... It's not very fun when someone gets disemboweled..." Then she snapped her mouth shut and felt an embarrassed smile slide over her lips. Her sister had been kind of livid when she found Grenn in the stands that time. Well, she had only been eleven. Shaking her head, Grenn tried to reign in her thoughts. The pain was real, the weapons not. There was no damage done. Exaclan, however real on a level, would not (hopefully) kill anyone.

"Do you... um..." Grenn looked around, but her brain stalled. Come up with something, mentions of disemboweling wasn't a particularly logical reaction to what Gino had said... "You think... you'll prefer being a Weapon or a Player?" That seemed safe enough. Thank you brain.

[trollofthree]

"Who knows?" He allowed the second subject change without comment. Disemboweled? He thought for a second that he'd missed something, but going on the sudden change it was something from her own past. "Mei hasn't fought anyone yet. But, let's see... Weapons have more free time."

[summerstars]

Huh...
"So Mei got you too?" It was kind of amusing, the girl had seemed rather insulted at how things had played out during their fight. Grenn was relieved Gino let the subject change go without comment. Disemboweling probably didn't make a good breakfast topic.

[trollofthree]

"Too?" He glanced at her hands, and noticed the mark. "Ha, so you're her other Weapon."

/threeeaaadjaaack like a boss

[idkmybffxiao]

"Gino! Miss Grenn!"

Apparently just mentioning their Player had acted like some sort of terrible summoning, because guess who just popped on the other side of the table? She stood on a chair, of course. It did not help much to make her look taller. Not much at all.

"I figured out how to help Fletcher!" She dropped the game's rulebook on the table and paged through it, looking for a rule. "...what page was it on, um, somewhere here...?"

Re: /threeeaaadjaaack like a boss

[summerstars]

That was sudden. Grenn blinked and then smiled, though Mei seemed very busy with whatever she was looking for.

"Help... who?" She didn't recognize the name, but Mei seemed very happy about having come up with whatever it was, so obviously she felt strongly about it.

[trollofthree]

"The kid with the hat?" Gino leaned over to watch her flip through the rulebook, arms crossed on the table as support. He'd been paying attention to the players, unsurprisingly, and turned to Grenn as she spoke, "He's one of the players this round, but he's refusing to fight."

[idkmybffxiao]

"Yeah! The kid with the hat."

Mei found the page. It was the rules governing the very basic conditions for winning and losing. She pointed to one of the lines. "I don't want him to get in trouble for not fighting, but I think I found a way around it. We're going to pick something to figure out the winner besides a fight and the loser forfeits. As long as weapons are drawn and someone declares forfeit, how are they going to know we didn't hit each other?"

[summerstars]

"Huh..." Grenn tilted her head in thought and then slowly nodded.

"That might work... I mean, wouldn't until you tried, but." She just hoped though that if that didn't work, that neither Mei nor Fletcher got hurt. They were just kids.

[trollofthree]

Gino nodded dutifully along with her plan, but had to agree with Grenn on this one. Privately, he doubted they'd be allowed to get away with it, but if they did, they would have found a pretty huge loophole. It was worth the risk. He said so.

"Which of us are you going to hand over?"

[idkmybffxiao]

All Mei could do was hope and she had excess amounts of hope to spare.

"I..." Oh. She hadn't thought of that. If she lost, she would lose one of them! The girl looked from one to the other, the panic of having to choose slowly creeping over her. "Uh... well... I sort of like owning a knight buuut... I don't want to give away you, either..." Since Grenn was a friend, or at the very least an ally. How did people make this choice?! "But that's how the game works... fff..."

At this point, she was looking down, a hand thoughtfully held up at her mouth, talking to herself.

"...so mean, making people pick between their friends... aaaa, what if they take it personally..."

Mei, inner dialogue. Learn to use inner dialogue!

/late reply to the max!

[summerstars]

Grenn hid her faint smile behind her hand and shook her head, then tapped the table in front of Mei to gain her attention.

"I don't mind, Mei. One of us have to go anyway." Grenn shrugged and tugged on the hair framing the right side of her face. "It'll be interesting, at least!" She nodded and went for a smile to attempt to reassure Mei.

This whole thing was disgusting and unpleasant anyway, but this way, she chose it as much as was possible (more than may be possible in a normal battle), which made her feel somewhat better about it.