fuck marry kill

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FUCK, MARRY, KILL

welcome to GAME NIGHT at DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES. the game on the docket? FUCK, MARRY, KILL. the rules are simple: roll the game picker wheel three times or just pick three as you'd like, dropping the names in your header comment — icly we'll say they picked they names out of a hat. people respond, comment around, get into fist fights, kiss a little? thread hop and react as you see fit!
(meme threads can be considered canon!)

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roza zaripova ✶⋆.˚ original

[temporicide]

I will give a prize to whoever gets killed the most. If it's me someone else will have to give me one.

But now, Saber, the Stranger — the Stranger? — and Kovacs. Battle of the boys.

[kobes]

Ummm...marry the Stranger, kill Saber, sleep with Kovacs.

[as he tops off her water and slides complimentary fries on the table.]

not here.

[sensive]

[ proud of you for not hesitating to kill saber, buddy ]

[temporicide]

Ah! You're the best. [ Thoughtfully, ] I think so, too. For your order. But I would want a prenup. He can't have my radio equipment if he leaves me for a wood nymph or something like that.

[kobes]

[deeply fascinated:] What's a prenup? And a wood nymph? And do you want ketchup?

[temporicide]

Noooo, come sit with me. I requisition you.

A wood nymph's like a fairy that lives in the forest brushing their hair, luring them deeper into the woods. But a prenup, [ and here her eyes get big, mouth twisting in a kind of nonverbal yikes, ] that's a legal thing, a prenuptial agreement. So if two people get married, they say, okay, here's how much money you get if we get divorced. Or don't get. So if one person is really rich maybe it screws the other one over.

I don't think they're very romantic. I would never, not really, not outside of the little game. What's the point of marrying somebody if you don't give them everything?

[snaggleteeth]

[two fingers in the belt loops at the small of koby's back, a tug. if he's about to drop his water jug, no he isn't; there's telekinesis for that.

and then a knee under his butt, to perch on.]

What are you doing? [the stranger—yes, apparently, 'the stranger,' not qimir, not any other name offered thus far—waves the phone in his face. he doesn't look mad.]

[kobes]

[there's a bit of a squeak as koby's pulled back, as he ends up perched on -- qimir, the stranger, his teacher's knee, still holding the water jug.

he blinks a couple times, then, huffy, leans forward to pour water into someone's glass within reach.] Working. Playing the game.

[a little prim, lifting his chin to stare down whoever-your-name-is.] Why?

making some assumptions here, lmk if not ok <3

[snaggleteeth]

[because i could smell the grief and heartache off the nape of your neck last week, and joking about marrying me seems like a bad way to cope.

because—] Well, if you're already multi-tasking. Help me pick. Three names?

[he takes the jug without asking. exchanges it for phone. there is an expectant quality to how he folds his arm around koby's waist and stares right back. whoever-his-name-is.]

[revvedup]

[ hm… ]

Fuck the Stranger. [ agreeing to apologize had gone a long way. ] Marry Kovacs. Kill Saber.

[temporicide]

Not bad, not bad.

You know Kovacs?

[revvedup]

No, but he seemed like the better option out of those three if I were tying myself down.

[temporicide]

I can see it. But he is a little bossy. You'd have to put your foot down sometimes.

not here & certainly not on time :)

[snaggleteeth]

[]

[hislittleflower]

Kill Kovacs.

[ Queen of the petty grudge has arrived. ]

look, i have to

[dispositionally]

Damn, the other two just get left out.

[ dear peony pls tell her this funny story thank u ]

[hislittleflower]

They can fight for the honour of marrying me for all I care. But Kovacs must be the one to die.

[dispositionally]

I'm gonna be honest that this question game never made sense to me because presumably someone would be fucking who they married anyway; I don't care if I'm overthinking it. I'm sure your dress in the hypothetical wedding would be fabulous, though.

Did this guy steal some of your shit?

[ People have asked about missing things more than once over the last few weeks, so.... ]

[temporicide]

I'm sensing a story. Or are you winding him up?

[hislittleflower]

I am being entirely serious.

He irks me.

[temporicide]

An oil and water type of thing, huh?

[dispositionally]

But what kind of prize is the question? Well. My question anyway.

[temporicide]

I work for the radio station. Maybe I play their favorites, you know? I'm flexible.

You have any ideas?

[dispositionally]

Music is a good idea, I like it. I was hoping for something cooler than a cheap certificate, so that totally counts.

@qimir | text

[snaggleteeth]

You're not going to fuck, marry, or kill us, yourself?

[he's not about to interrupt her fan club, but as long as he's here.]