ic fmk: sing edition

[singhelpers]

Fuck (kiss), marry, or kill


— post your a toplevel for your character or throw three people's names out into the ether
— decide which one your character would like to fuck (or hug for the wee ones), marry, or kill
— respond appropriately
— shenanigans ensue

Comments

[flambeaux]

[ Grooooann, he's being bullied by not only teen girls but also a lady with an axe! ]

I'm not a bad boss [ says him ] but don't test me.

[meadqueen]

Oh my, what would you do?

[She remembers him panicking about touching her arm well enough.]

[flambeaux]

[ He rolls his eyes. He's a polite gentleman who has to mind his manners or the ghost of his mother will come back to haunt him! ]

Dock your pay I guess?

[meadqueen]

You'd pay me if we were married?

[flambeaux]

No, if I employed you!

[meadqueen]

I've never been employed before. It sounds exciting.

[flambeaux]

It's a kind of drudgery, really. But then you don't have to run the place.

[meadqueen]

In a place like this, I'm not sure what I would do with money anyway.

[flambeaux]

Money's only good for paperin' the walls. I'd pay you in venison and, I don't know, whetstones for your axe? Whatever you might need.

[meadqueen]

Ah, I see. I'm not used to being on this end of these negotiations.

… the money here is paper?

[flambeaux]

Bein' royalty, I imagine not. Some of the money's paper, meant to represent the value we place on things. Sounds like a load of bull, but it's easier to carry around. We still have coins in smaller values.

[meadqueen]

It seems easy to destroy. Coins can survive a ship sinking.

[flambeaux]

[ He laughs. ]

That's true.

[meadqueen]

I suppose it would be heavy to carry on your own.

[This is why you get married, Louis!]

[flambeaux]

It is, and the sun makes them coins burn a hole in your pocket.

[ He's already married!! ]

[meadqueen]

Really? I’d think that would be the moon.