King's Game Open Post/Meme

[poisonbug]

[A sign explaining the rules of the King's Game:

Everyone draws a pair of chopsticks from the bowl. The person who draws one marked 'King' is the King for that round, and gets to give an order to a specific number or numbers. All orders are absolute, no matter who the number ends up being. Then all the chopsticks are placed back in the bowl and reshuffled, and the next round begins with a new King.

Have fun!

For the purposes of RP: the first commenter gets 1, the second gets 2, and so forth. When making an order as a 'King', make up the order and then use the RNG to decide which character(s) are saddled with the order. (Reroll if they're yours.) Then reply to your victim(s).]

Comments

Valmont | Jackie Chan Adventures

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ DOES NOT WANT TO BE HERE ]

[aquaticrush]

7... um... [please don't yell at her like Ivlis did] T-try to draw yourself! ...Please, I mean.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Oh, very well. I suppose it's harmless enough.

[ He takes some pens and gets to work. It's finished pretty quickly.

Little-known fact: VALMONT CAN'T FREAKING DRAW ]

[aquaticrush]

[headtilt] Good job! [sort of]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ don't you patronize him ]

[scarfphiliac]

7 has to grovel and beg at someone, with their knees and hands on the floor.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

No he bloody well does not.

[ YOU PICKED HIM ON PURPOSE DIDN'T YOU IVLIS ]

[scarfphiliac]

[NO, TOTALLY NOT. actually yes]

The King's orders are absolute, so you either do it, or- [A fireball starts to form in his hand.] You get to be target practice.

Now, what'll it be?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Oh god - ]

Er. Let's not be hasty now, shall we? I'll - I'll do your blasted dare, if you'll put that thing away!

[ Muttered: ] Fire demons. Why is it always bloody fire demons.

[scarfphiliac]

Good.

[And poof goes the fireball.]

Do it at the most unassuming person in the room. And be sure to make it good.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I shall do my utmost to live up to your standards.

[ Can you feel that sarcasm. ]

[dollphilia]

[Hey, sup, you know that girl you were groveling at earlier? She's here and tugging at your sleeve lightly, which would be kind of cute, except-]

Trade clothes with me.

[That also might not be a problem if not for this, whoops.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

You want me to do what?

[ He takes a look at what she's wearing, merely out of curiosity, and suddenly backs away with far more horror than you'd think mere clothes could provoke. ]

Are you quite mad?! For one thing, I doubt your clothes would fit me, and for another - that's a dress!

[ A purple dress, at that. Oh god. War flashbacks. ]