Chicken Out Two: Chapter twenty three!

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The only thing worthwhile in this disaster of a situation, rolling that die. Or in Katt's case, dice. Granted how boring everything else felt to her, picking up that second die was the best thing she could've done. Sure, it's a gamble, but twice the excitement, AND this game could possibly be over sooner? Sign her the fuck up!

Both her dice rattled in the palm of her hand as she shook it briefly before tossing the pair onto the hardwood coffee table. She didn't have any categories she particularly disliked. It didn't matter much anyway, but she'd gladly take an upgrade to her looks like Troy had, or get back a few years like- Like who? She was certain that someone had regressed at some point, but that didn't make any sense. That weird neighbor had never been any older than this, Troy was still the same age as Camile, Harry and Sabrina. The latter barely a year older than the youngest one present, Barbara. Maybe she was thinking of something else, but Katt couldn't shake the notion that something was slightly off. No matter, all that's meaningless anyway, things are as they always have been, and if they were every any different, why would she care?

Both her dice simultaneously came to an abrupt halt, as if they'd been stopped by an invisible hand. Eerie. To Katt's delight, the main die showed a promising five points. Less ideal was the result of her crimson die, which showed a measly one. Ehh, it could be worse. The secondary die only went as high as two anyway, it's definitely welcome to have that extra tile or two of motion each turn. While the old Katt might've been proactive and added the dice together, scouting out what color of tile she'd land on before her piece moved automatically, her current self just couldn't be arsed. Why even bother with that when the game does everything for you? Mmm. More things should be like that nowadays. There's all this talk about AI and shit, yet, here's everybody slaving away for some boss that barely know's their name, all just to extend an already meaningless life.

Yellow. Great. Katt figured she was due a makeover. This prissy, middle-aged career woman thing she's got going on doesn't really do it for her anymore. Her blonde, way to straight bob could use a revamp.

As if the game had heard her prayers, Katt was slightly joyed at what her card had to say.

For someone who doesn't care all that much,
looking so drab, strict and boring must be a real pain.
What do you say we give your hair the magic touch?
Don't worry, it won't be very difficult to maintain..

Do you continue or chicken out?

Right on the money. An update to her boring AF hair, and a guarantee that it won't be a hassle to maintain. Win-win for the woman who desperately seeks things that can pique her interest, if even slightly.

"I continue."

While her voice might've seemed monotone and disinterested to anyone else, Katt caught herself sounding absolutely livid, as livid as she could manage to get anyway.. It didn't take her long to notice the changes. Her hair grew, and grew and grew. As locks upon locks cascaded down her shoulders and backs, the blonde waves shifted in hue, going from their previously vibrant golden, to brown, to a deep black. Once each and every strand had gone completely dark, a few highlights of green appeared throughout, giving her hair something Katt didn't know she wanted.

"Looks great, sis!"

Barbara always being the cheerful one was smitten with her sister's hair. She'd never do hers that way, it didn't really suit her personality at all, but she could still appreciate it on others.

"Actually yeah, it's alright."

Even whole short, it felt nice to have an exchange with her sister that wasn't saturated with apathy, yelling or negativity.

"So what did that other die do..?"

Katt had scanned her own body and mind for any irregularities, but found none, which struck her as odd. The crimson die was supposed to add something each turn in addition to whatever the original die did. So what had it done this time around? Speaking of which, it hadn't done anything the round before, either. Was it defective? Nah, the game was magic, how could a magic die have a malfunction? Perhaps it had the power to change things retroactively? If not for her new outlook on everything, Katt would have been absolutely mortified at the prospect of being changed retroactively. But what point was there in worrying about things that you couldn't even know?

"No clue." She said coldly.

"I don't know either, can't spot anything different. Wait, were your eyes always brown? I'm sure they used to be as blue as your sister's, right?"

Troy was on to something there. The minor change to Katt's eyes could not elude his power of perception.

"Yeah. You're right. They used to be blue."

Katt was visibly disappointed. But not for the reason the group would think. While they suspected she was disappointed that her eyes went from blue to brown, which to be honest, she was. Blue was more striking than brown, perhaps she would've been satisfied with green, at least it matches her hair. But no, she wasn't that upset about losing her blue eyes. She was disappointed that a magical change, with infinite power and possibilities, had opted to alter something so minor, so insignificant as the color of her eyes. What an absolute fucking waste. Anyway, she motioned for the group - or Sabrina, to be precise - to continue with the game.