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Characters: Everyone!
Date: August 11th
Rating/Warnings: Nothing as of yet. Mark anything that qualifies a warning in your subject line!
Summary: Arrivals.
You want happiness. A company called RECOVERjoy has offered it to you, so you've signed up with them. Gaining happiness can't hurt, right?

Suddenly you're in a room, an apartment, with three other beds and unfamiliar faces. This is your assigned room, and it's quite crowded. You don't get much of a chance to think as your phone beeps--it's not your phone, maybe you've never had a phone, but there's one in your hand so you check it. It's a smart phone, nothing special about it, but now you've received a text from RECOVERjoy.

Welcome to Joywick! We're so happy to have you!

You've arrived in your assigned room, we hope you like it! Don't worry, you can move out once you've collected enough joypoints. Speaking of, if you'd like to check your balance, there's a special application that tracks it for you right on your phone! Handy, right?

... Did you check? If you did, you'll notice you have no joypoints. But don't despair! We're giving you a special mission. Make three (3) friends and get 200 joypoints! Gee, that's easy! Of course, we can't put a level on something like friendship, so just get to know people. Don't miss out on these easy points! We'll give you more information about joypoints once you're done.

Wishing you happiness,
RECOVERjoy : )

You're in this for 1 million joypoints, aren't you? Might as well get started.

(AFTER THE MISSION HAS BEEN ACCOMPLISHED OR ONCE 24 HOURS HAVE PASSED)

You receive another text from RECOVERjoy.

Great job on the mission! Or not so great job for those who didn't do it. : (

Well, you probably want more joypoints either way. Here's how! Look for another person. I bet they look fairly happy, right? Why are they happier than you? Because they've got the joypoints you need! The only way to get those joypoints is to steal theirs. How? Take their happiness away. It's easy! Maybe a rumor here, an injury there... but if you want the big points, be creative!
You want to be happy, don't you?

Wishing you happiness,
RECOVERjoy : )

... Not quite what you expected when you signed up. You can't leave, though, you still owe RECOVERjoy 500 joypoints and, well, you came here for a reason.

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[You did get a shock out of Marx, since he wasn't expecting to get shredded by a knife. Not that he did, since the other has bad aim. Still, it was enough for the jester to notice that the blonde was being serious with his knives. You can say that his giggling was a clue, that and his overall demeanor. He's definitely not like his roommates. And to him, it was very refreshing]

I'll be careful with those knives if I were you or you might poke your little eyes out. You don't want anyone to play with your toys if you're unable to use them.

[To his warning, Marx only gets more and more snickers from the boy. Him? Hurt himself with knives? How preposterous.]

The prince wouldn't be so stupid as to let any one of these cut himself.

[He apparently finds the idea hilarious. Spinning a knife around, he looks directly at Marx, as if threatening to chuck it at him as well.]

Touch any my knives and I'll have it seen that you're skewered with them.

[Marx crossed his arms and made a 'hmph' sound before replying to the knife-spinning boy on the chair, his eyes showing disinterest in the sharp objects the prince seems so fond of]

Well I don't want them anyway. I don't need those silly little playthings to take someone's happiness away.

[His grumpy face only made him smile wider.]

[....Does this guy ever stop smiling?]

What a childish excuse~ [Like he's one to talk.] You're so simple if you think there's only one way to use these tools to take happiness away, 'shishi!

Ho ho ho ho! Oh ho ho ho ho ho!

[Guess who doesn't have a grumpy face anymore. Not Marx!]

I get it now! Without your precious tools, you're as pathetic as a little girl who cries over her lost teddy bear.

Ushishishishishi~!

[Have a laugh back. Still, the way he's raising those knives doesn't seem. all that friendly.]

Wrong again~ I'm a prince, little jester. Remembering that will do you well.

[Had he not been a human and had his powers taken away, Marx would've gave the prince something to really laugh about.

But since that's not going to happen anytime soon, he'll just eye the hand that is holding those knives. You'll never know when you need to duck or retreat to fight another day]

And what if I don't? You going to throw those knives at me? You're so predictable it's boring! And here I thought you'll be a fun playmate!

Ah, ah, you just can't stop being wrong, can you? I don't exist for your entertainment, little jester. Isn't that your job?

[Still giggling, though his smile turns menacing.]

Do you want to die so soon?

[Well then. Things had turned from bad to worse for Marx, meaning now's a good time to make a run for it. But if he does, the prince will literally stab him in the back. And if he doesn't, he might get stabbed anyway.

At his current state, the humanized puffball is no match for the blonde, so he has no other choice but to answer his question]

No.

[Giggles become snickers, and that menacing smile becomes Bel sitting upright on the couch, almost ready to stand up. Those knives haven't left his hand.]

You're addressing royalty, jester. Dance for the prince and show me you want to keep your life, 'shishi!

[In a single, almost instant movement, a knife is thrown at Marx- not more than an inch away from the top of his head.]

[You didn't give him a head wound but you did get his hat, which is now pinned against the wall with the other knife that was thrown minutes ago. It's quite obvious that if Marx doesn't do what was said, the prince would most likely not miss him a third time.

And so he dances... terribly, because he'd never danced before. Mind you, he was formerly an armless puffball whose true physical talent was balancing on a multicolored ball. So this is what he's going to get, whether the prince likes it or not. If anything, you did a good job humiliating him]

[The hat coming off reminded him of all the wonderful times he stabbed a frog hat quite similar to it, and this only added to his maniac giggles and snickers.]

[Of course, when the little one starts dancing, his snickers evolve into deep laughs. This attempt at dancing was more than enough to entertain him- in fact, the fact that he was so bad at it made it all the better.]

Ushishishishishishi~! What a fool's show, mm?

[Never had Marx felt so angry and humiliated in his life, unless you count the time when Kirby won the battle against him on the moon. All that work, all that planning, lost in an instant. And like now, there's nothing he can do about it.

One thing's for sure, Marx is going to make him pay in his own little way. But not now, no... he's a patient one. When all things come into play, he will strike. And he will be the one with the last laugh]

...

[A few more minutes of Bel watching the little man, and his laughter eventually fades. Eventually, he rolls over onto his back, staring at the ceiling. He gives a very dismissive wave, not even bothering to look at Marx.]

You've served your purpose. You can go.

[The grin hasn't left his face the entire time.]

[And Marx does what he was told, but not without his hat. He grabbed the knife holding his hat and pulled it out of the wall, only to drop it on the ground without cutting himself. He puts his hat back onto his head and stormed out of the lobby; he will fight another day, so be prepared]

[Fortunately, Bel didn't care to waste more of his knives, and at the moment he was just to lazy to get up and retrieve them. So none were thrown as Marx left the building, Bel's giggles the only things that were following them.]

[What an entertaining toy. He looked forward to more of this one.]

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Re: APARTMENT LOBBY

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Is this enough humiliation/anger to get Bel joypoints?

Yep!

10 or 50?

50

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