Nora rolls a 6.

Nora is a bit peeved about how she ended up with her effect last round, but she hopes for some good luck here. This new spiky hair was conflicting with Nora’s desire to be very subtle with her outfits. She places her hand over a single spike and attempts to squish it down. After a few seconds, the pillar of hair pops back up to its original position. She gives up on trying to slightly change her hair and focuses back on the game. A quick look at the board shows that the other girls, with the exception of Hana who hasn’t rolled yet, have extended quite a gap between themselves and Nora. Nora was shaking the die, hoping for a really good roll here.

“OH, YOU SHOULD DO WHAT I DID, WITH THE WACKY ARMS.”

“No, I don’t think I will do that. I can roll well perfectly on my own.”

After saying those words, she tossed the die onto the board and scored a 6.

“See.”

She picked up her game piece and moved it onto the same space as Juliette.

Ah shit. Not this again. The thought manifested as soon as she saw the space she ended up on, another blue.

“I hate the location of these spaces”.

“What? Why?”

Nora moved her hand away from her piece and everyone saw that she had to pull another blue effect.

“What’s the problem? The last one you endured was fine.” Morgana commented.

“SPEAK FOR YOURSELF. You haven’t even landed on blue yet. I’ve already had to do this twice now. First I had to show my legs, now I don’t even know what's next.” Nora yelled to Morgana.

“I think the last blue effect you got was quite cute on you.” Cammy spoke with a cutesy smile to put some ease on Nora.

“Cammy, it's just not my style. I’ve worn pants for as long as I remember, no one needs to see my legs like that.”

“You look hot in those stockings!” Stephanie blurts out.

“SHUT IT!”

Nora takes a deep breath to calm her emotions, and picks up the blue card waiting for her.

–

“We know you like the color black,

There’s no point in changing that.

Let’s do something not quite a shocker,

A new outfit for a new rocker.”

–

“Oh! That sounds cute!”

“Sounds hot.”

“...dang it.”

“C’mon! That doesn’t even sound that bad.”

“I don’t even listen to rock music.”

“What do you even listen to?”

“Emo.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No, emo is…you know. I’m not gonna have this conversation right now.”

“Oh, I like emo music too!”

Everyone looks at sweet, cute little Cammy in surprise unison.

“You?”

“Yeah, I listened to it once when Nora drove me home one time. I liked it and made a playlist myself.”

“You have good taste girl.”

Nora flips the card around in her hand thinking about the possible changes. While she sits there, twiddling the card and thinking, Morgana speaks up.

“You can’t chicken out this early.”

“I wasn’t gonna chicken out.”

“Then why are you taking so long?”

“You… ‘I Continue’.”

The blue quickly turns to black as Nora puts the card down.

As if a fog machine was just turned on, a fog envelops Nora.

“What the fuck? Where is that coming from?” Nora blurts out from the enshrouding mist. Her arms flail to knock away the fog.

“Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah, cough cough.”

Eventually Nora’s flailing works in dispersing the fog. Once fully cleared, the girls all see what changes had occurred in the smoke.

A silver headband has appeared that is attempting to control Nora’s spiky hair. A black collar with metal studs and a black metallic necklace accessorize her rocker style. Her black tank top remains untouched, the game deeming that good enough to stay with the style. Her jacket becomes more ruffled and is edged with metal studs. Her pleated skirt is now wrapped with a black leather belt and shortens in length. Nora’s originally “sexy” lace stockings now have transmuted materials to a shiny black leather held with shiny metal clamps. Nora’s boots were spared any additional changes.

Nora looks down and hears the jingling of the metal accessories she now has.

“WHAT THE HECK! NOTHING CHANGED!” Stephanie shouts.

“Urgh, this feels weird.” Nora slips a finger under her collar to find a more comfortable placement.

“Wow, Stephanie’s right, you barely changed at all. Consider yourself lucky.”

“You sure? Cause it feels like my brain is being squished.” Nora reaches up and attempts to move the headband around.

“Girl, you’re fine.”

Nora notices her stockings next. She places a hand on her thighs and feels the smooth leather that now squeezes her thighs.

“Wow, these are much warmer than that sheer crap.”

“Okay, stop ogling at Nora. My turn!” Hana reaches over for the dice.