Nixilei
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"Let's get started by seeing who is going first!" said Thyme with a grin, that stretched their clown makeup wide. Thyme's gloved hand stretched backwards and upwards so it could reach the name spinner, then pulled down hard. The limb seemed to rebound back into Thyme's body as if it was made of elastic for a few seconds before being sucked into his elbow.
Nixilei watched the wheel without much emotion. The order of things would be a fairly minor advantage all told. Those who were going first would have more spots open to them, but those who were going later could more intentionally cause problems for the other competitors. *Without study it's hard to know what's better, but I imagine the difference is minimal in the end.*
Eventually, the wheel stopped spinning, landing on Blue. When it did, the section of the wheel with Blue's face on it fell off, clattering to the ground. "It looks like we have our first contestant… what will she be doing…" Thyme said as they spun the two other wheels. "LEFT HAND RED"
This wasn't hard for Blue, she just moved over to the side red was on then leaned down and let her left-hand rest on the dot. She chose the top corner dot as her first spot. Thyme nodded, and then spun the wheel again, coming up with Cyan this time, his section falling off as Blue's had. The man nodded and stepped forward and Thyme repeated the spin. "Right hand blue," said Thyme.
Cyan complied; it wasn't exactly hard to manage. Cyan thought about it for a little bit, before moving down to the opposite end of the mat to Blue and putting down his right hand on the edge of the mat. Thyme nodded and spun the wheel a third time. Now it was Nixilei's turn. She watched her section fall off the spinner with a grim gaze. *Let's see what they have for me. Going third is… decent I suppose. Not too crowded, not too early. Then again, the fact that it's middle-of-the-road might be an issue in and of itself.*
"Right leg green!" said Thyme. Nixilei frowned at that a bit, and walked over. Ok how do I want to do this. I guess I choose the side that lets me face the mat and have my right leg on it? No but that would mean my left leg is trapped on the outer edge. Ok, other side then, and I'll just have to stand with my legs crossed awkwardly for a time… or stand backwards? I can spin in place… but no, I'm not sure I could manage to reposition well enough without leaving the dot.
In the end Nixilei decided to go with a bit more awkwardness right now. Nixilei moved to the bottom of the mat, and then crossed her right leg over her left to stand just on the corner. Thyme nodded, and spun the wheel, for the fourth time. Marigold. "Marigold… you're up with… right leg ANYWHERE! What a start for Marigold," exclaimed Thyme.
Marigold grinned viciously as she looked over the crowd. Apparently she decided Cyan was the weak link here because she strode up to him and placed her right leg on the second Blue square, one up from Cyan's hand, putting her ass right in his face. Cyan, not exactly happy with this turn of events tried to move, but with his hand 'trapped' in place there wasn't exactly a lot of room… until an idea struck him. Cyan took to kneeling, lowering his head and body without falling over or leaving the dot. It still wasn't ideal, but it worked.
Little did he know Marigold was overjoyed at the move. Cyan had cracked. He hadn't put up with it. He hadn't tried to one up her. No instead, he cracked. He backed down straight away. Marigold smiled like a shark that could smell blood in the water. She was ready and willing to decimate the poor fool. Whenever her next turn came up. Something Nixilei picked up on.
"Well, we already know who's going to be last… so no more spinning of this final wheel," as Thyme said that, Stan's section fell off, no spinning required. The wheel's base then seemed to crack before shattering into woodchips, falling down behind time. Thyme's two stretchy arms reached out, and spun. "Right hand blue! Looks like blue is getting busy here!"
Stan nodded, and moved around to look at everyone. There was the temptation to help Marigold fuck with Cyan… but that might put him in the crossfire. Instead, Stan just moved off to the right side of the map and put his right arm down, picking the third dot from the top. Decently far away from everyone, and technically not in anyone's way.
"Well, you're all on the mat now," said Thyme with a smile. "Part of me wants to break out aw hose or something so who I can get to squirm… but that's only for later, if you guys start taking to long. Promise! Anyway, we know the order now… so Blue let's see what's in store for you! Right leg Blue!"
Blue nodded and shifted slightly so that she could keep her hand touching the red dot, but it wasn't too hard because she'd claimed an edge section. She managed it, and then Thyme spun the wheel again, "This time for Cyan… it's right hand green! Lucky save!"
Cyan grinned, and pulled away from Marigold with a smile on his face. Marigold pouted as he strode around the outside and placed his right hand on the green do furthest from Marigold. *My turn again.* "For Nixilei it's… left hand red!" said Thyme.
*Damn that's a bit of a tough one.* Nixilei pondered how she was going to do this, before deciding to put most of the weight on her arms. She wasn't exactly heavy. Nixilei flipped herself around so that her left foot was above her right, sitting just outside of the mat, then leaned down, walking herself forward with her right hand, and reaching between Marigold's legs so get her left hand down on red. Nixilei chose the last dot in the row so that she could keep herself sideways. It would be a bit tough on her arms and legs, but it would work for now. Lucky Marigold was so tall.
Marigold smiled at the action, and was tempted to lower herself to rest her weight on Nixilei… but everyone was so fresh, and Marigold knew she wasn't that heavy. Against a healer that might no how to reduce muscle fatigue? It wasn't worth the risk just yet. Especially with her turn coming up. "Marigold, Marigold Marigold… holy shit! She's one lucky princess because it's RIGHT LEG ANYWHERE AGAIN!"
Cyan immediately paled, as Marigold did exactly what he expected her to do. She recreated the situation they were just in as best she could. With Cyan on the green, he had a bit more leeway to just get away from her, but Marigold did her best, placing her right foot on the space just below Cyan's and moving around with him as he scooted away the best he could.
While that nonsense was going on, Stan's turn came up. "Right hand green. Damn we've got a lot of movers this round. I might have to come up with a new rule that you can't get the same limb twice in a row… aw well that's for next time!"
Stan decided NOW was the time to fuck with Cyan. Cyan frowned when he saw Stan approaching. Stan picked the third dot, and leaned sideways, blocking off Cyan's escape route as he was now wedged between Marigold and Stan. With Stan looking at the fae and wiggling his eyebrows, while Marigold pressed her backside into the back of Cyan's head. "Can you two not?" hissed Cyan.
"I mean… I feel as though it is my royal duty to keep in close contact with my subjects," retorted Marigold.
"I'm not an elf!" insisted Cyan.
"Yeah, but you are a nice looking guy… wouldn't you rather snuggle up with me then Marigold? Why, I treat all my lovers nicely," said Stan.
Cyan groaned, "SPIN THE FUCKING WHEEL THYME I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE!"
"I dunno… this does seem amusing… and I didn't make any rules about how long I need to wait between spins," said Thyme.
Cyan just closed his eyes and prayed. To who… he wasn't sure. Apparently it worked though, because Thyme pulled the wheels once again. "Left leg on yellow, Blue. Man… really should've picked a different colour when I found out Blue was participating in this,"
Blue just ignored the commentary and moved herself around. Her right hand was in the air, and both of her legs were on Blue. She was facing the red dots and hoping that she could get a bit more space to stretch out soon. Then again, she was in a decent spot right now. Perhaps she shouldn't tempt fate?
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