first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

Comments

[grandstanding]

Black. And-- [He casts a sardonic look at Leto's amassed winnings] I hope you don't mind a game with no credits at stake.

[It's not that he doesn't have the cash. It's that he's not going to lose it on a bet.]

[precedented]

Perhaps you'd like to stake something else?

[ Games with other winnings in mind are more interesting. He enjoyed the variation Jim introduced. ]

[grandstanding]

What did you have in mind?

[precedented]

A question for every piece taken.

[grandstanding]

[Well, those are certainly more interesting stakes. And he doesn't need to give an answer, so why not. He may learn something. Leaning forward, he laces his fingers together.]

Very well. You have the first move.

[precedented]

[ He smiles, moving his knight forward. He'd be surprised if Erik went along with it for very long. ]

[grandstanding]

[In measured time, Erik places a pawn on the board. Leto may resemble Charles, but it would be sheer coincidence if he played the same way.]

[precedented]

[ Leto certainly doesn't. He plays erratically, with little to no care. It seems haphazard but anyone who knows a little about Leto and his powers would notice that he's playing several moves ahead. ]

[grandstanding]

[Unfamiliar as he is, Erik hasn't noticed quite yet. So the first of his pieces falls to Leto. Bad luck, but it was only a pawn. He sits back in the chair and waits for the question.]

[precedented]

[ His lips twitch at Erik's posture. ]

How are you settling in?

[grandstanding]

[He glances at Leto before moving his castle up three spaces, aiming to hit one of Leto's knights within a handful of moves.]

Fine, I suppose. The ship I'm on seems decent enough.

[precedented]

Not as hectic as being on a team, I imagine.

[ Though a little too quiet for his tastes. ]

[grandstanding]

[There is it again, that strange knowledge. That's old ground though, one he's fine to cover.]

No, but few things are.

[Not here, not anywhere.]

[precedented]

[ He smiles, nostalgic. ]

Nothing does compare to being on a team.

[grandstanding]

[A family might. He chases that thought away.]

Still, the intention was always that you would leave them when it was time to go home.

[precedented]

Of course. It is important to know when to stay and when to part ways. I did, long ago.

[grandstanding]

Is that right.

[Since he's just taken one of Leto's pawn, he'll follow that up.] And what did Aather do, for those it sent home?

[precedented]

It gave a wish. For heroic service, apparently. One could choose to continue to work at Aather or return home. The choice was ours.

[grandstanding]

Why on earth would anyone want to stay.

[He skips right over the wish. They're pointless things that never work.]

[precedented]

Aather was a gentler world than the ones you're used to. Less chaotic, less . . . determined to push you down under the heel.

[ He toys with the rook. ] I may not have liked the Personae, but their intentions were pure. The world we were in was a world we changed, created through our own actions.

Oh, it had its difficulties, but teams trusted each other. Listened to each other. I don't blame people for staying though I can't say I fathom it.

[ His gaze flickers back to Erik. ]

The Library. The Mirror Realms. They were weak, underdeveloped copies run by beings with no foresight, no concept of an ending.

[grandstanding]

[Ah, so here was someone who'd bought into whatever system was being run. 'Their intentions were pure' - Erik doubts that very much. Good intentions have paved the way to plenty of wrongdoing. If there were teams, if the structure was similar enough that Leto insisted on drawing comparisons... then it wasn't so. He didn't need proof of that.

His expression, not that open to begin with, shutters further. He ignores the niceties, descriptions of things he doesn't care about. (Not anymore.)]

And what makes you think theirs was the copy? Others have existed.

[precedented]

True. I never said Aather wasn't a copy in its own right. Simply . . . different.

[ He shrugs, moving his rook forward. ]

Whether you believe it or not is, of course, your decision.

[grandstanding]

[No, what he said was that it was better. In his implications, if not in his words.]

Well, thank goodness for that.

[Shifts his queen back four spaces.]

[precedented]

[ He hums, chasing after her. ]

You did ask.

[grandstanding]

I'm aware.