Game 2, Day 3

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ Did everybody sleep well? At promptly 6 AM, or at least what the tablets proclaim to be 6 AM, Ronald bursts in with the morning announcements. ]

Good morning, kids! Today we have a fantastic new game for you to play, and we think you'll have a lot of fun! It's fun, it's a classic, iiiiiiiiit's



[ The feed switches off, but only for a second before flicking back on so Ronald can add: ]

Oh, by the way, Seven died trying to escape.

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[bookmarking]

[Just holds up a fake grass skirt and an equally fake plastic lei she found.]

Hula it up. But you'll only be wearing these.

[A pause.]

But okay, I'll let you keep your underwear under the skirt.

[jinglebros]

You know what? I can get just drunk enough.

[ Santa starts stripping. HE'S GOING TO DO IT, CLOVER ]

[bookmarking]

[Clover turns away after turning over the props.]

I didn't tell you to strip here!

[jinglebros]

Too bad you didn't specify!

[ He strips all the way down to his briefs and puts on the skirt and lei. ]

How long I gotta wear this shit?

[ SANTA YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED JESUS CHRIST ]

[bookmarking]

[When he asks her how long he has to wear it, she turns to face him and starts laughing.

But at least she soon stops.]

Mmmm, a minute will do. Just so I can save this moment forever in my memories.

[jinglebros]

You're fucking terrifying, you know that, right?

[ He does a little hula dance for her. ]

[bookmarking]

Thanks!

[Clover just smiles her sweet little smile.]

I try to be a little teensy-weensy bit less terrifying, though.

[jinglebros]

Yeah, well, you fail! It's your turn now, truth or dare?

[ It's been a minute, so he gets dressed again. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER, AGAIN. ]

[bookmarking]

Truth.

[Clover can count on Santa to not ask about the Nonary Game and everything related to it, she thinks.]

[jinglebros]

[ Like fuck he wants to think about any of that shit right now. ]

Which of our hosts would you rather screw in a jiffy? You gotta pick one.

[bookmarking]

Sorry, I did say I ship it, but I'll have to go with the King.

[Clover makes a face.]

Clowns aren't my thing.

[jinglebros]

Ugh, are they anyone's thing? We should ask around and find someone.

[bookmarking]

Ask around if they'd kiss a clown, or dare them to kiss ol' Ronald McDonald?

[jinglebros]

Start with a clown, then introduce the idea of Ronnie. Hey, give me another dare.

[bookmarking]

You're serious about doing this for the King, huh?

Okay, you can ditch your hula costume and go dress up like him. Then impersonate the guy.

[jinglebros]

[ WTF man ]

Okay, but you better help me put together the costume.

[bookmarking]

Deal. Let's go. I bet we'll even find a crown just like his.

[jinglebros]

Holy shit, I bet.

[ He leads the way to the costume room! ]

[bookmarking]

I'd be a lot more surprised if we didn't. You never know when someone might need to impersonate Ronald McClownface or King Burgerpants.

[jinglebros]

Like, say, for a distracting truth or dare following a close ally's death?

[ ... ]

[bookmarking]

[YOU JUST HAD TO BRING THAT UP.

Clover pauses in her tracks. On the bright side 1) she's from true end, 2) she has the bookmark and 3) it wasn't Snake.

IT'S NOT MUCH OF A BRIGHT SIDE but whatever. She knits her fingers together.]

...actually? Yeah. I'm...trying not to think too much about it.

[jinglebros]

I've got a favour to ask, Clover. I'm in no position to ask it, but I've still got one to ask.

[ He doesn't even feel bad about it. ]

If you do me this favour, I'll do whatever the hell you want next week, short of risking June.

[bookmarking]

What is it?

...So long as I'm not risking Snake.

PRETEND I SAID 'TOMORROW' IN MY LAST TAG NOT 'NEXT WEEK' JESUS

[jinglebros]

Do whatever the fuck you've got to for me to stay distracted. Get me drunk, throw me at someone, knock me out, do whatever the hell to keep me from thinking. I can't process this.

[bookmarking]

I can't throw you 'cause you're taller than me, but the distracting part, I can do.

...It'll distract me too, honestly.