CIRRUS NETWORK

[livestage]

You find yourselves in a surprisingly sterile room. It's entirely white, almost blindingly so. There are a few beanbag chairs to sit on, though perhaps not enough for your entire family. On one of the walls, there's a laminated poster of a wheel. At the center of the room is a table with a glass case on top. If you lift the case, you'll find a single red button. Behind a glass panel on the wall is a monitor that is currently off.

Curiously, it does not seem as though you can actually destroy anything in this room (save for a simple note by the button), regardless of how much you may try. The glass will never shatter. The poster cannot be torn into pieces. Furthermore, your blessings and powers are off and none of your personal belongings are actually on your person.

A simple note lays by the button on the table, a reminder of your directive: Will you push the button?

Comments

[perfectpower]

[He is grabbed.]

We don't got much of a choice anyway.

[endsjustified]

This Producer seems to love violence, punishment and drama, based on her past performances and activity; why actively contribute to her entertainment at the cost of our reputation with the other Families here? We could choose spite instead.

[perfectpower]

[Surprisingly Frost is like the only person here he'll actually listen to about this. But he doesn't look happy about it.]

Spite don't mean nothin' if you're dead, Boss.

[endsjustified]

I know. If that were the actual stake, I'd hit the button immediately.

We come back to life, though.

[perfectpower]

...we what?

[endsjustified]

We come back to life. Instantly. Painfully, but we heal up. Death is literally not a risk, ever.

[perfectpower]

Is this some "cats have nine lives" thing? Because I ain't got that blessing.

[endsjustified]

It's not a Blessing. I would demonstrate it right now but I think Booker would get even angrier with me.

[perfectpower]

[Looks at Booker.

Looks back at Frost.]

Why're you lettin' that twink be the boss of you?

[endsjustified]

Because I'm trying to date him.

[blessings are off booker can't prove him a liar neener neener]

[perfectpower]

[Verglas can't even talk because his type is "women who can beat him up" and "the most depressed men to ever live" but still.]

Yer taste is awful, Boss.

[endsjustified]

I know, but the heart wants what it wants.