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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[redeems]

( Scott is new, and easily found in the room, because Angelus knows who everyone is (thanks, Koby!). He's attractive enough, but he looks like a nice person. )

Marry Caroline. ( His eyes travel around the crowd. ) Fuck... and turn Scott. Kill Sanji.

[mygoodsir]

Turn into what?

[redeems]

I thought we weren't sharing, Harry.

[mygoodsir]

That's your own business to share or not as you like. Although considering the manor's other residents, I'd assume you were a vampire.

[redeems]

You'd assume correct.

[mygoodsir]

Would you ask his permission before this turning?

[redeems]

I guess it depends. Maybe ask him to beg.

( Probably not, though. )

Why? Consent is sexy now, right? That's a thing?

[mygoodsir]

I believe one should abide by the wishes of another in this regard.

[redeems]

If wishes were horses, though, am I right?

[mygoodsir]

No.

[redeems]

Guess we differ, there. Well, doesn't matter, anyway. It's a hypothetical. That rando is safe.

[mygoodsir]

You know, it's this sort of behaviour that inspires prejudice against your kind.

[redeems]

( non-gay gasp. )

Does it? Does it, really?

[mygoodsir]

Some of your ilk get quite upset about it.

[redeems]

My ilk. Good to know. I'll really keep that in mind. Guess we're done with this game?

[mygoodsir]

Although many of them are more respectful of other's autonomy. Mr. Astarion could teach you something of morals.

Good day to you, sir.

[redeems]

Say hi to Tim for me.

[mygoodsir]

I absolutely will not.

[redeems]

( He steps forward, lowering his voice, because they're in public. )

And I thought you were a man of morals and manners. Or, is it only a matter of time before he goes back to Hawk and leaves you on that high, high horse of yours.

[mygoodsir]

Adolescent insults don't suit a man of your age, sir.

[redeems]

Coming from a man of yours? I know about you. Your reputation. You're so proper. You're... unfortunate end. And I've heard all about Tim and Hawk's starcrossed - cross-dimension love story. You think you can... ( He looks him down, at the implication, and back up. stack up to that. ( He leans into his ear. ) You should better choose who to give your sanctimonious lectures to.

[mygoodsir]

[Goodsir doesn't flinch. He just looks at Angelus with a species of weary disdain.]

If I am meant to be hurt by your words, sir, I'm afraid that it isn't working. Perhaps in another hundred years you'll have developed the knack for cutting remarks.

[redeems]

( He pats him quite hard on the chest twice before leaving him with his thoughts and a hat of names. )