Day 7

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ Instead of his normal morning announcements, this morning you awaken to… Ronald McDonald playing a lovely tune for all of you with his band. Audible even over the metal is a louder sound of scraping, and a low rumble that persists throughout the song. ]

[ Afterward, you'll find that a new hallway has appeared in the studio. Where there was once an empty wall, there is now a theater! And your tablets will display the rules for a brand new competition… ]

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Comments

[unexpectedboner]

The shoes broke? 'Cause that sounds like worse torture than violin lessons.

[golden_dream]

What can I say? I guess those heels were more uncomfortable than I ever imagined.

[unexpectedboner]

.........

[unsure if this gullible]

...What actually happened?

[golden_dream]

[shrugs] You got me. I was really looking through the prop room. A bowling ball fell from the shelf, right on my foot. Of course, there could only be one result.

[unexpectedboner]

Oh no! That's super dangerous, no one should've put that up there! Are you okay? Did you get a bandaid?

[golden_dream]

[bounds her foot a little, with the wrap of a rag around it]

You're looking at it.

[...looks like it bled through.]

[unexpectedboner]

...If that's your first-aid, you'd better get a second.

Come on, between the tattoo supplies and the stuff in the prop room, there's gotta be something that'll work a little better than that.

[golden_dream]

It's fine! It's already scabbing over... I can't just scrub it with petroleum jelly or something.

[unexpectedboner]

You could scrub it with soap and wrap it with something that isn't making a mess all over the floor? We just got rid of the dead body, we don't need another one.

[golden_dream]

There is no 'mess'. And I disinfected it once already.

And don't be so dramatic. There's never been a case anywhere of someone dying from a smashed foot.

[unexpectedboner]

Maybe they didn't tell anyone because they were too ashamed because not taking proper care of yourself is such a dumb way to die. --You should at least have it elevated! All the blood's gonna rush down there and it'll explode.

[golden_dream]

...Oh, that's a good point. Fair enough.

[She'll just turn and shove her foot on the next barstool then.]

[unexpectedboner]

[look that is good enough for now]

I bet if you asked the big boss, they'd get you a splint or something. Disfigured ladies can't possibly get that much ratings.

[golden_dream]

No way. I'm not going to owe the clown anything... and I'd hardly call this 'disfigured'. It's a scratch more than anything.

[unexpectedboner]

...Does it hurt?

[golden_dream]

...Like hell.

[sighs]

...Elevating it helped.

[unexpectedboner]

If you were thinking of pulling out all your dance moves for the contest, don't. Want some ice for it? It's the bar, there's plenty.

[golden_dream]

[groans] You'll give yourself a lot of stress if you invest so much in worrying about everyone, you know.

[slight pause before she adds] Fine, I'll take some...

[unexpectedboner]

Pshh, would a guy like me get stressed out? Come on.

[wraps some ice in a bar towel and offers it to her, then fixes himself a drink that is surely 100 percent orange juice]

They'll probably have doctors in the hotel, you know.

[golden_dream]

[snorts]

Somehow I doubt that. And I won't be finding out.

[she'll set it, gingerly, on her foot, then]

[unexpectedboner]

But if you have to... Like, don't get gangrene over this stupid game.

[golden_dream]

You're full of medical advice, aren't you? Are you a doctor?

[unexpectedboner]

...

[golden_dream]

... [she frowned]

Look, I appreciate the concern... but I'm not going to forfeit because of this.

[unexpectedboner]

...No, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to ask you to.