[b][i] – Kathy[/i][/b] [i]‘Oh, right. I guess it would be strange to come to the conclusion that I’m his mother from just that alone.’[/i] Kathy thought, realizing that the shapeshifter had no idea who Alex was referring to as his ‘mom’. She glanced away awkwardly to the side as Crash raised an eyebrow at the other boy, thinking, [i]‘Er… Actually, you do know his ‘mother’. You just… Don’t know I am yet.’[/i] “You do?” She asked Crash, wondering how he could possibly know who it was when everyone seemed to be keeping their scraps of paper hidden away. Hearing the number Mercy called out, Kathy’s eyes widened in surprise and she blinked a couple of times wondering if she had heard correctly. Though she waited for a few seconds, no one else seemed to be moving or claiming the number as their own. Visibly stiffening up, she turned the piece of paper in her hands a few times as if hoping the number had magically changed since she had last checked it. Unfortunately for her, such a convenient miracle could not possibly occur and her memory had not been wrong either. “Why me…?” She whispered, her face already beginning to turn a bright shade of red. She momentarily glanced towards Maria, hoping that the order would be revoked but… In reality she already knew that Mercy had stayed beautifully well within the lines of an acceptable order. “I’m… Number 7.” She finally admitted, Code Red already at maximum potential. Letting out a sigh, Kathy braced herself for the inevitable. [i]‘Just… Just get it over with and move on.’[/i] Taking in a deep breath, she glanced over at Crash. However, her eyes automatically dropped down towards the table a split second later. It was difficult enough for her to admit her own feelings to herself let alone… Show indications of it with so many witnesses around her. Grasping the piece of paper tightly in her hands, she gathered up her courage and meekly looked back up at him. She never had much of a choice to begin with. She couldn't have possibly done something as unfair as to lie and pretend her number hadn’t been chosen, and there was only one person she could imagine herself dating. Be it amongst the participants in the room, or anywhere else really. And so, she gestured towards Crash, retracting her hand back at the nearest opportunity once she knew Mercy had seen her order being carried out. [i]‘I can’t believe I just did that..!’[/i] She thought, feeling almost as embarrassed as she had been back at the bar that day. Almost. Luckily for her, she had already accepted an invitation to go on a date with Crash. If she had to point out to him [i]before[/i] that… She probably would’ve decided to just run out of the lounge right there and then. Instead, she just buried her face her in her hands in embarrassment. Desperate to hide from the stares (most of which were probably mere products of her own imagination), she didn't even have enough composure to check how Crash might’ve reacted to her gesture. ------ [b][i] – Leroy[/i][/b] Leroy laughed at Little Feather’s attempt to guess what sort of emotion he had imprinted onto her. “Maybe. Maybe not.” He shrugged, not willing to give away the answer that easily. Sitting down next to Little Feather to participate in the game, he took a piece of paper like everyone else and noted that he was just one of the many numbers in the room. [i]‘Pity. Becoming King would've been really interesting.’[/i] He thought. “Something up?” He asked his new ‘friend’, noting how she fidgeted quite noticeably in her seat. Before he could get an answer from her, however, the almighty King happily announced her temporarily position. Or rather, ‘Queenie’ if she actually preferred the odd substitute the red-haired boy (Crash) offered in response. Not having participated in the Beach Olympics, Leroy didn't know the name of the current King but barely recognized her voice as the one that had made the announcement a few hours ago inviting everyone to join up at the beach. [i]‘This could be interesting.’[/i] He thought, smiling. Now unfortunately, he wasn't well acquainted with the famous red-haired duo (Kathy and Crash) so he couldn't enjoy the interesting dare as some of the other people in the room. Leroy could, however, still find the exaggerated reaction from the red-haired girl (Kathy) to be highly amusing. Nudging Little Feather on the side he commented, “Now see, that’s a great example of why it’s disadvantageous to wear your heart on your sleeve. If she could just keep calm and point at the guy with a smile on her face, the game would’ve just proceeded without everyone in the room learning how she feels about him.” Even if he didn't know the two of them, it would've taken someone incredibly dense not to notice how they felt about each other. It made him wonder if he could make others feel attracted to one another with his ink. Leroy had actually never tried it before, but thought it could be possible with the right combination of emotions. ------ [b][i] – Ara (B)[/i][/b] Ara smiled as she heard Mercy’s order. [i]‘Excellent choice.’[/i] She thought, looking around to see who the unfortunate victim would be. There were actually a good number of faces she recognized so she hoped that the person Mercy had picked out would be someone she vaguely knew. Otherwise it wouldn’t be as interesting to see how the person responded to the order. As luck would have it, she could tell who had gotten the number. Ara chuckled, noticing the tell-tale sign of Code Red at the table she had deliberately kept in her sights. [i]‘Just hurry up and point!’[/i] She thought, watching Kathy hesitate until she finally gestured towards Crash. “Bwahahahaha!” A most un-lady-like left her lips as she leaned back in her chair and expressed her amusement without an ounce of shame. The two of them were [i]very[/i] lucky Ara had decided to sit away from them. Otherwise she would have started part II of the wedding and engagement suggestions. Now as tempting as it was to make the jokes from where she sat, they were far enough that she’d have to raise her voice for them to hear her properly. That seemed like a hassle. Also, heckling them from afar like this seemed rather juvenile. At her age, teasing was supposed to be done directly where it was obvious that she was having fun and willing to engage in back and forth banter with the victim. Not from afar like a coward where the victim would find it more difficult to return fire. “Sweet. I’m loving this game already.” She thought aloud.