Bracelets for the soul

Aberdeen's head flushed purple out of confusion. "Just me?" They pointed to themself, turning to look at Maicy for a moment before looking back at the two. "Oh, uh....well...okay, I guess so." They finally stammered out. They turned around to face Maicy, rubbing the back of their neck. 

"So, I guess I'm gonna talk with them for a bit! I'll meet you downstairs? Or up here? Whichever you wanna do!" They spoke as their head faded back to normal. They walked through the doorway and stood out in the hall. "You need help with something? What is it?" They asked with a hint of seriousness, despite trying to remain nonchalant.

Alraada let out a laugh.
"We'll see, Hannah Montanna." she said with a grin.
She felt like the wittiest person in the whole god damned world right now, if she was being honest wither herself.
She listened in on Amil's suggestion 'stakes' and was immediantly scared.
She did not trust whatever 'stakes' he had to offer.
Alraada was all for forgiving amil, but she wouldn't trust whatever prize of consequences he would dish out.
Hell, she wouldn't trust any of that from other people.
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Before she knew it, another fucking argument happened.
Barely audible murmurs of "Oh my god stop." and "This is so arbitrary and stupid." could be heard from anyone standing next to The cabbage colored catastrophe of a person.
She was about to step in, when Vale performed is trademark invasion of personal space, and the fight ended.
Alraada sighed in relief in response.
Maybe asking for a friendship with Alti was too much, though. Sort of a shame.

Alraada looked over at Amil and gave him a nod of acknowledgement.
"Alright." she said with a smile.
She looked around to see if everyone was there, and was greeted with the pleasent surprise of Maicy's appearence in the lounge.

Alraada was greeted with the pleasent surprise of Maicy coming down.
She really wanted to talk with maicy more, and this was a good opportunity to do so.
Alraada gave a wave to the ex-spy "Hey, Maicy!" She said with a smile.
She listened to her comment about the lady with the incredibly unfortunate name, and nodded.
"I know I won't do anything, but we just need to make sure this gets through the heads of the others." she said with a shrug.

Iksel made his way down to the lounge with Piami, absently tapping at his cell phone in the mean time. He knew he should have gotten a sim card, instead Iksel had to rely on the hotel's poor wifi whenever he wanted to comminicate. It wasn't as if not like he couldn't get one now, however, making it more of an annoyance than an issue. He could probably even get those scientists to pay for it.

As he and Piami stood before his peers, Iksel's disinterested mood remained unchanged. "Yay, twister," he droned as he blankly stared at a loading screen, almost certain that what lay on the other side would never be seen. The shark looked up from the device, though looked at nobody in particular. "I can just keep score. I mean... it'd be pretty unfair if I played."

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Cheri waved to Maicy as the girl left before looking down at their socked feet quietly. They curled and wiggled their toes as they tried to focus on gathering their confidence. Taking Galystris' wrist in one hand and Aberdeen's in the other they tugged the two down the hall and to their hotel room. At the door Cheri whipped out their key and swipped it in one stroke before taking Galystris' wrist again and pulled her along with Aberdeen into the room before firming closing the door behind them.

It was as rushed as Cheri could be, while still carrying a rather delicate air.

"I'm sorry," Cheri quickly apologized as they peered out their hotel's peephole. They then proceeded to pull out a piece of colorful stationary from their side table and cover the hole, just to be safe.

"YES!" Vale cheered, looking around as others had started entering the room. "I am ready if everyone else is~!" He smoothed out the mat one more time for good measure before taking his position on the left side row of dots. "If you're planning on playing, than please, join me!" He said, gesturing to the outside edges of the mat. 

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Nace blinked groggily, finally starting to regain consciousness from the brutal beating the bartender had given him. He winced as he felt the blood dripping down the left side of his face, putting a hand up to and and gingerly pressing the injury to see if it was still leaking. It appeared to have mostly dried at this point, although he very well could need stitches from where the glass had sliced open the flesh.

Reaching up and clasping his fingers to the edges of the counter, he hoisted himself up, the rush from moving making his head spin. He muttered a few curses under his breath as he surveyed the bar. It looked like the place was deserted besides a second bartender who was working on cleaning up all the bottles Nace had knocked over. She glared at him and gestured for him to high tail it out with her chin. Nace ignored her and headed into the bathroom at the back of the bar, getting a few exasperated cries from the woman before she gave up and went back to doing her job. The fighter examined himself in the mirror, but was still too wasted to be able to properly assess the damage. Being wailed on had certainly helped him get a hold of himself at least a little bit. With what was left of his concussed brain power, he made the executive decision that he needed to try and sober up. Maybe even get to a hospital if the spots in the corners of his vision got any worse. With a somehow-slurred sigh, he started to clean up the cut in the sink.

"I think I'll won't be able to play at the moment. I feel like I gotta wait for Aberdeen." Maicy stated.

"I'll play along!" Piami chimed.

"Aaaaand everything is gonna go staight to hell." Maicy thought to herself.

Paimi ran to the Twister and stepped on one of the blue dots of there. With her right foot.

"Anyone else gonna get a turn?" Paimi asked.

At that moment, there was a chill on Maicy's spine. This is gonna end badly... Like, mother-fuckin' badly.

Vale slid forward, placing his right foot on the blue dot farthest away from Piami. He was hoping one of the other contestants would do the honors of kicking that innocent face out of the game. He was planning on winning, of course, but getting into an awkward position with someone so fragile in appearance wasn't on his to do list. "Reaaaaady to go!" He cheered, placing his hands on his hips (his signature move of the night). He gestured to Alraada and Alti as he started hopping excitedly on his right foot. "Come on, slow pokes! Don't want the hotel staff to kick us out mid-game oh ho~!"