[wip amnesty] abandoned rtfbt sequel
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rhodochrositei started this for rtfbt's second birthday but as you can see i never finished... and then kels wrote <thicker than water> so there's no more need for me to say anything further about the actual games :') this was literally just going to be an excuse to write the career pack making out w e/o for fun and competition and capitol entertainment so nothing of value was rly lost but nonetheless here's what i had c/p'd directly from the gdoc
title: if you can't say no
summary: During the first night of the Games, the Career pack takes a stab at some classic sleepover activities.
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The artificial sun dips just below the horizon to conclude Day One. Perfectly on cue a thousand hidden speakers start blasting the anthem, and Jaemin finds himself humming along under his breath. His mood’s bubbly, sparkling, and the feeling amplifies itself among the five of them with a giddiness close to hysteria.
“Reckon anyone else got any kills after the bloodbath?
“Shut up, the show’s starting,”
Twelve A is a conspicuous absence from the roundup
Chenle, surprisingly, is leading the kill count tally right now, with three to his name already.
In an incredible demonstration of a functional survival instinct Jaemin had not previously believed him to possess, Mark Lee had been nowhere to be seen during the bloodbath; he must have started running in the opposite direction to the Cornucopia as soon as that klaxon went off. Smart, but futile. His reckoning will come, and it’ll be sooner rather than later.
They’ve set up camp at the Cornucopia, as per Career tradition. It’s the only defensible position within sight, anyway, what with how perfectly flat the arena terrain is. On the bright side, they’ll be able to spot anyone trying to sneak up on them from miles away. On the not-so-bright side, there’s no cover whatsoever from anything the Gamemakers might decide to throw at them. But the Gamemakers won’t upend the natural order of things so soon. Not even for Mark Lee. Jaemin’s betting his life on it.
Regardless, they still need to provide some kind of entertainment
The quiet beep of a parachute
[CUTE and SWEET like MARSH MELLO]
Jaemin catches the grimace that pulls down a corner of Donghyuck’s mouth, before it smooths itself out.
It’s the kind of thing he’d only eat as a last resort, airy processed sugar to sustain a body pushed to the absolute limits for just a little longer, but the choice is out of his hands. The parachute had been for Donghyuck, but it’s a message to all of them: the show rolls on. The cameras are watching.
“Relax, no one’s stupid enough to try and attack the Cornucopia on the first night
//
Jaemin stares blankly at him. “Come on, you guys have never—right, of course you haven’t.” Chenle
“Please, we have culture in One, we don’t just sit around hacking at rocks or whatever—no offense,” this last part directed to Jaemin, clearly intending offense, but Jaemin magnanimously lets it slide
“It’s called Spin the Bottle. You sit in a circle, spin the bottle and kiss whoever it lands on. I guess we can use a sword or something instead—”
Jaemin frowns and opens his mouth to complain, but Donghyuck bats the incoming protest away.
“—or before the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Bladed Weapons gets on my ass about it, we don’t have to use a sword. We can even use an arrow. Happy?”
“Just so long as it isn’t one of those exploding ones,” Jeno says. “Let’s try not to lose any fingers before the first day’s out.”
“Aww, that was gonna be my next suggestion. For some extra spice!”
“You still haven’t told us what’s up with the clubs,” Jaemin says.
“Always need to have an ace up my sleeve, you know,” Donghyuck says, batting his eyelashes. “Renjun’s Games were very inspiring. I don’t think you appreciated having him as a Mentor enough. I’d kill for the chance to talk to him.”
“I’m sure your Mentor would be devastated to hear you say that
[PROPAGANDA TIME]
The fire crackles ominously between them. Jaemin raises an eyebrow. Chenle raises an eyebrow right back.
“Spinner has to move,” Chenle says sweetly. “That’s the rule.”
//
Carefully and gently, Jisung takes Chenle’s face between his hands
//
Mirror on the other side of the Cornucopia, Donghyuck and Jeno are no doubt getting in some best friend bonding time, spinning out the thread from their interviews
Chenle has forcibly requisitioned one of Jaemin’s knives and spent the time whittling a lump of wood into a turtle figurine. Jaemin has to give it to him; it’s a beautifully efficient move: a demonstration of a charming skillset, and he’s rendered one of Jaemin’s knives too dull to function, too.
[cl gives the turtle to js]
startled but pleased.
securely stitching himself and Jisung into the filaments of a competing narrative. It’s a perfect follow-through; the Academy couldn’t have scripted it better. He might have been Reaped, but there’s no way Chenle doesn’t have some kind of Career training
oh my god it's here
Date: 2021-05-19 01:59 am (UTC)obsessed that the premise is "Regardless, they still need to provide some kind of entertainment" like jaemin u are sooooo jaemin
also obsessed with the CHENLE/JISUNG BACKSTORY HELLO.... like i knew u hinted at it but seeing it here is like wow <3______<3
ur writing is brilliant as always <3
Re: oh my god it's here
Date: 2021-05-19 02:06 am (UTC)Re: oh my god it's here
Date: 2021-05-19 02:12 am (UTC)i am sending u all the good energy in the world for dream tenipuri i cannot wait to see cl/js demon superpowered doubles partners. deserve