Open RP for the Rec Center!

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In the Recreation Center, there is an owlery, plenty of board games- like Scrabble, Candyland, Monopoly, Yahtzee, Hungry Hungry Hippos, and Operation,- an oxygen bar, a seperate, waterproof, padded room for Jenga, lots of beanbag chairs, inflatable furniture, pinatas, a jukebox (it starts if you bang on the side of it), a juice bar, a regular bar, and a velvet conversation pit*. Everyone is invited!

*Google it if you must.

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[daxtastic.livejournal.com]

Dax was nothing if not empathetic. It was inherent, reflected in her every word, every action. Eight lifetimes had gifted the Trill with a deep and abiding respect, an amused benevolence, towards all manner of lifeform.

But there was a time and a place for such things. Candyland was not that place. Now was not that time.

Content to let her opponent wallow in prison of his own making -her brief tryst with Lord Licorice made no difference now, and both players knew it- Dax simply reached for a card. Green. With no more specialty spaces, it was the best possible card she could have drawn. The mystery exo-patriate's very pigmentation had betrayed him.

"It's just a spring clean for the May Queen," she advised. For Dax, this was but one game of thousands.

[stylish-nebulon.livejournal.com]

It was all over. There existed no possible way for Nebulon to catch up now. The knowledge of his defeat sat lumplike in the pit of his many-chambered stomach.

Yet the game must be played to its conclusion. To do otherwise would be to dishonor Candyland -- the game and the country, for a country it was, in the world of Nebulon's fondest and kinkiest dreams. He drew a card, and made a sour face. The card bore a green square, mirroring Dax's triumphant move. What a hollow chord it struck in his dissonant heart.

"My mother said to get things done. / You'd better not mess with Major Tom." The same salutation with which he'd begun their ill-fated game (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1431939.html?thread=72773507&style=mine#t72773507), now delivered in a flat tone of resignation.

Finish it.

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Your mother cannot save you, Dax thought. But let the man find comfort where he may.

She picked up another card, and found herself staring in disbelief at its contents.

Double Green.

Clearing over half of the space that remained between herself and King Kandy, she looked across the table with something akin to pity.

"I can't trace time (http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/david+bowie/changes_20036790.html)," she said, allowing a bit of sympathy to creep into her voice. After all, there was never any real way to tell how a game of chance would turn out.

[stylish-nebulon.livejournal.com]

Nebulon heard and accepted the compassion his enemy showed. Candyland was a game of cruel fate. The board and the cards governed the players' drifting; they were but flotsam and jetsam on that chocolate river, like so many shattered spars of licorice.

He could not blame her, no. He blamed the cards; blamed the board; blamed the perfidious King Kandy with his false coquetries! Double green ... it hurt, it did. Then he drew his own card, which made everything even worse. It landed him on the purple square which had been the scene of his earlier triumph, when he'd taken the Rainbow Trail shortcut to jump a loop. O, Candyland! It was all Nebulon could do to keep himself from flinging the board into the air and scattering the pieces to the four winds! With a bellow of outrage, Nebulon leapt up and produced from some unseen dimension his trusty can of spray paint. A nearby banner ("Welcome, Duck Waffle Progenitors!") bore the brunt of his territorial impulse.

NEB-1. It was his graffiti tag.

Nebulon had to represent. Somehow.

[daxtastic.livejournal.com]

Neb-1. At last, Dax had a name to affix to her all-but-fallen companion. It made what she had to do next just that little bit harder. Dax was a hardened gamer, true. But this was no longer a game.

It was a massacre.

Dax picked up her card, and saw no compelling reason to reveal its markings to Neb-1. They both knew, inherently at this point, the colors she had drawn.

Landing on one green space, and then whizzing through to the next, Dax landed a mere two blocks away from King Kandy. Were she to reach out, she could have felt the cool material of his luxurious robe between her fingers.

It was only a matter of minutes.

[stylish-nebulon.livejournal.com]

The final square of the Candyland board was a rainbow, and beyond it, the gold of King Kandy's crown. Oh, the elusive crown, fool's gold that had lured many a man to his sticky sugary doom.

It would be Dax who enjoyed the spoils of King Kandy's realm. She would be master of his domain. Nebulon would press his noseless face to the candy store window in vain, denied the milk and honey of the promised land.

Glumly he drew his final card of the game. Purple, for what good it did him -- no good at all, only reminding him of King Kandy's royal purple robes. How Nebulon longed to wear such a robe. Then everyone would like his style, surely.

With the patience of the doomed, he waited for Dax to strike the last blow.

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And strike it she did.

Reaching out one last time, Dax drew yellow. The color of friendship.

But no friendships were to be made today. Having crushed Neb-1 so utterly, Dax could never truly respect him as a peer, something she considered vital between true kinsmen.

...And King Kandy.

King Kandy. How could she possibly befriend such an individual? Now that she had reached the inner circles of the Candyland Court, she saw the man for what he truly was. A dictator. A benevolent dictator, yes. But a dictator all the same. Should any of his subjects lose favor, Dax had no doubt whatsoever that he would turn them over to Lord Licorice, and wash his hands of the matter.

Only now, at the end, did she realize. Candyland was a civil war waiting to happen.