[mock trial intro] move 'em on, head 'em up

[consolemods]

Whatever you were doing before you got here, it isn't what you're doing now. What you're doing now is waking up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room with... unfamiliar glasses on your face. No matter what you can do, you can't take those glasses off... but if you roll your eyes down, you'll be given a rundown of what's going on here.

Hmm. Well, that's probably a little unnerving. Maybe you should... leave? Fortunately, your room's not locked, but as you go downstairs and try and ask the locals what's going on, you'll find they're... less than cooperative. And if you go outside the inn and try to leave into the town... well, you'll find several locations around the town, but you'll also find that you can't seem to leave.

Well. Maybe you should talk to the other people who just showed up here. All the locals are going to tell you is an explanation is forthcoming, so you might want to kill some time getting to know each other.

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[flagrants]

[ After a quick look around, the first place anyone can catch Dito is in the square. He's just standing there, his weight shifted to one foot with his hands placed leisurely behind his head. At first, he doesn't say anything. A few seconds pass though and he breaks out into laughter. ]

What, are you serious? The hell is up with these lame-ass rules? [ His tone shifts to one that's openly ridiculing. ] "You must kill another player without being caught." Give me a break! What kind of loser would do what you want, asshole? Especially for a dumb prize like "getting out of here." Can you say, "weaaak"? I can!

[ He doubtlessly has more to say about the rules, if you dare to engage him.

A bit later, Dito can be found at the paddock leaning on one of the fences and watching the horses. His posture and body language all scream "bored" rather than "entranced." Horses must not be his thing. Go figure.

After he notices someone approaching (and without taking his eyes off the horses), he speaks up. ] So, we're not allowed to leave here, right? Does that mean there's no one around to restock the store? Which we can't even buy anything from, by the way. Such a pain in the ass.

[ A deep sigh and then he pushes back off the fence. ] Whatever. How long do you think it's gonna be before someone goes nutso and gets a craving for horse meat?

Paddock

[preciouspearlie]

[Pearl has just been...kinda staring at him this whole time. It's so weird to see a human. Like she's seen a lot of skeletons and drawings and whatever, but not in person. She blinks finally when he addresses her then looks to the horse... then back to him.]

You can eat those things?

[flagrants]

[ Humans are weird, huh? So weird. At least he doesn't care much about people staring. Yeah, yeah, he knows he has a baby face and he's short. Whatever. ]

If that's what you're into, probably. I mean, I wouldn't. All that muscle? Nooo thanks. But if a person gets hungry enough they'll eat anything. ... or if they're disgusting enough. [ Five. He means Five. He doesn't have room to shittalk here but that never stops him. ]

paddock

[i_spy]

As many have seen fit to remind me, there is the option of stealing. [ Which comes off half as a remark he believes in, and half as a complaint. Idly he looks at the horses, one hand folded behind his back. ]

One would hope they would not waste a perfectly good steed- [ He gives the horses a once over again. ] or a mediocre one.

[flagrants]

Yeah, I don't care for the whole sneaking around thing. Don't care about paying, but don't want to shove a bag of bread under my shirt either. [ If he were more of an asshole he would torture someone to get food. As is, he's only assholish enough to grab things while Z threatens people. 'cause she definitely will.

As for the horses, he glances over at them again. He's still bored. ] So, what, it's fine if they're crappy "steeds"? You do realize talk like that makes you a freak, right?

[i_spy]

It's all about the quality of your garments. [ Or something. Maybe his ridiculously expensive suit lets him stuff too much crap into it, who knows. ]

Je suis désolé, you must have never have been to a fine dining establishment. [ It's 1972, horse meat only fell out of favor in France in the 1980's, OK. ]

[flagrants]

[ He doesn't bother answering the quality comment. Annoyingly, Five had to have the best of everything. Best clothes for herself (even if nothing that hag wore looked good on her. Could she have been any less self-aware?). Best clothes for her toy. Personally, he'd rather shit on these clothes than wear them but, hey. He doesn't wanna go naked either.

So he moves on with an "uh-huh" that sounds unimpressed. He wishes he hasn't. ] Whatever, old man. If your idea of a quality meal is chewing on horse meat, go for it. They're right there.

[i_spy]

[ Tell us how you really feel about five, Dito. ]

..it would need to be cooked first! Don't tell me you're some lost Siberian cub—Heavy isn't here for better or worse. [ Openly he tsks at being called "old", but he'll let it slide considering how young the boy is in front of him. Not like he has a soft spot for youthful idiots or anything. ]

[provocatives]

[It's hard not to notice the kid (?) that's openly ranting about the rules to no one in particular, but the tone he takes is enough to interest Niles, at least a little bit. Still, that sure is a perspective...]

So you're saying that you enjoy being locked up in a tight space with a group of strangers? A shame, but I doubt everyone here shares your tastes.

[flagrants]

Not when those strangers are uglier than dogs. What is even up with some of these chumps? Some of them look like they were beaten with an ugly stick. [ Just sayin'. Some of y'all ain't cute, it ain't his fault. ]

[provocatives]

[Wow Dito, tell him how you really feel?!]

And most of them would be charmed to hear that, I'm sure. But I suppose that's just yet another point to take up with our captors, eh?

[flagrants]

[ Sure. He'll tell you what he wants, what he really, really wants. ]

Like that'll do anything. Hell, they probably brought all these ugly assholes here on purpose. Nobody wants to kill someone beautiful.

[provocatives]

[Honestly, it's not like he'd expect complaining about any rules would accomplish anything but maybe bother whoever captured them but this wasn't the reasoning he was expecting to hear in a rebuttal.]

...And just what makes you say that? If anything, seeing beautiful faces all twisted in pain is its own sort of ecstasy.

[flagrants]

[ There's about a fraction of a pause as he looks at Niles. Really, really looks at him. You've got his full attention now, guy. And now that you do, he bursts out laughing. His smile doesn't drop once as he speaks. ]

Ha ha ha! What the hell, man? Did you really say that to me? What kind of crazy freak are you?

[provocatives]

[Now that's a reaction he doesn't get everyday. Irritation, disgust, discomfort: those were what he was used to, but then again, they certainly do have a variety of characters assembled here... seeing a woman start off the day by flipping a table in an inn definitely gave that impression. Not that he wouldn't try giving it another shot.]

You have a problem with it? Because I have a couple of other choice words I could whisper into those ears of yours...

[flagrants]

Oh no, no problems here. Just surprised to hear someone else say it. But, guess I should have expected it. It takes all kinds, you know? Especially in a kill box like this one. [ Annnd since the invitation is there, he actually comes closer and raises his hand over Niles' face. He doesn't touch, but his fingers are just shy of Niles' skin before he pulls away.

That's weird. This kid is weird, Niles. ] What kind of sweet nothings would you whisper, anyway?

[provocatives]

["Someone else"... well, that isn't alarming at all. Still, it's not like Niles hasn't hung out with his fair share of questionable individuals before. He doesn't appreciate that approach though, if the way he narrows his eye and tilts his head back just a tad says something about it.

It's close to something he himself would do, and he's not too fond of having it turned back on him.]

Oh, just the sort of thing that could make even a sailor blush. Want a demonstration?

[flagrants]

[ Annnd he's laughing again. ] A sailor, huh? That must mean it's reeaally bad! Probably the foulest thing a person could ever hear!

[ It might be hard to tell if he's being genuine or if he's being condescending. Hell, he might not even know which it is. He keeps smiling though and steps closer. ] Come on! Give me your best shot.

[provocatives]

[fuckin' dito

Well fine, if this is how it's going to go???]

Just don't come crying to me if it's too much.

[And with that, he'll lean down and oblige. He doesn't actually touch Dito's ear as he whispers but every now and then there's a puff of warm air as if it's intentional; even discounting his words, that alone would probably be enough to make the experience uncomfortable for most people. After a painfully long series of minutes, Niles finally steps back, looking rather satisfied with himself.]

Well? How was that?

1/2

[flagrants]

[ As Niles backs away, all Dito does is blink slowly. Huh. Huh. ] ... ha. [ Slowly, he breaks out into a smile. ] Ha... aha ha ha ha!

[ As the laughter goes on, it gets progressively more deranged. Just, damn? He leans over, holding his stomach, and then looks back up at Niles. Look at that stupid smug face of his. Fucking pitiful! Just what the hell is that? What was any of that shit? ]

i lied 2/3

[flagrants]

[ A moment passes and he turns his head to the side, spits, and straightens up, much less amused than before. ] So that's what you're working with, huh? That's your big, bad fetish that you just had to share? Even that stupid, worthless, disgusting sow was more creative than that!

[ You better believe he sounds angry, though he's not angry at Niles per se. Maybe he's angry at himself, maybe he's angry at Five. ... no, he's definitely angry at Five. And everything, there's no hiding just how little he thinks of everything around him. The world is garbage and he's garbage too. ]

[flagrants]

[ He pauses briefly before raising his shoulders. He's still bitter, still angry, but a moment of venting seems to have calmed him down. ] ... then again, if you came up with anything even close to that pig's tastes, I'd be even more angry. How about this, I'll give it... a D. 'cause absolute freaks like Decadus would be into it.

square;

[condemnedone]

[ Ah yes, the stupid rules, as they were. Well, as he's passing by, he can't help but over-hear him and naturally he believes that the incentive isn't very well strong either. However... ]

Give it some time and someone will cave in to the temptation eventually if we're trapped here long enough.

[ Because he's just about seen everything. Including actions borne of idiocy, which are bound to occur with each and every day. ]

[flagrants]

[ He turns toward Soren and lifts his shoulders. ]

Uh, yeah. No duh. Humans are piles of garbage, both inside and out. Doesn't make any of this less stupid.

[condemnedone]

[ He scoffs, if only because it's true. ]

No, it doesn't.

[ ... Pushing the idea of murder slightly aside, he'll idly ask: ]

How long do you believe it'll take until this dissolves into mindless chaos?