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[opening_act]

Who: Exael and the Unlucky Contestants
Where: The Game Tower
When: 86, Evening

[ Between one step and the next the walls (or streets, or open air) around you changes. The sight before you is a room inside the game tower, a new pressure at your neck. Reaching up or looking at the people around you reveals it to be a collar, titanium with a small green blinking light set in the center. ]

[ the screen flickers on, on your cellphone. It's a half-second, blink and you miss it— Exael, chewing on a nail, looking uncharacteristically nervous— then the moment's gone and she waves both hands and smiles for the camera. ]

"Ladies, gentlemen, honored guests! Units of all stripes and sizes! I come offering you a game and a few familiar words, rearranged for the occasion!"

Her carnival barker demeanor shifts for a moment as she lowers her head to say: ] "Glory to the highest, and on earth peace—" [ her head snaps up, her pigtails bouncing with it, and she's grinning again, all pomp and energy ] "even if we're not getting much down here! So let's kick up a ruckus, put on a show, and see how much good goodwill alone can manage! If you wish to save your fellows, now is the time speak!"

[ The rules appear on your phones. ]

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Re: RESULTS, END GAME

[motorcycle_noises]

That's pretty imrpessive.

[ The words come out scratchy-- he'd been screaming the entire time he recovered. He's shirtless, carrying his clean clothes in his arms--- a jacket and a shirt. All the blood is on his shoulders and chest. ]

[foolmetwice]

T-- thanks.

[his words are scratchy too, and upon rolling over and standing up, it's easy to tell that Mars looks pissed off more than he does traumatized]

[and he's taking one look at Tatsuya and just. blinking]

. . . aw, hell.

[motorcycle_noises]

[ He blinks at Mars. ]

You look surprised.

[ Why are you surprised? ]

[foolmetwice]

[coughs again, and flaps a hand at Tatsuya]

I wish I would've thought of that.

[no, the real reason he was like "aw, hell" is because Bad End ate shit just like the thought they would]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ At least someone else realized Bad End was guaranteed to eat shit. ]

Didn't want my clothes to get fucked up. I'm sick of replacing outfits.

[foolmetwice]

[in retrospect, he wishes he wouldn't have let Hiryuu convince him they'd be fine so easily. but hey. hindsight, right?]

[d-dry snort]

Smart guy. . . I've already had to replace this one once.

[motorcycle_noises]

It's less "smart" and more "experience." At least I got a chance to prepare beforehand.

[foolmetwice]

[. . . . . .]

Shit sucks.

[motorcycle_noises]

Yyyyyyep.

[foolmetwice]

I don't know why we're surprised. We're in literal hell.

[motorcycle_noises]

It really should be expected at this point.

[foolmetwice]

The more we expect, the more outfits we can save.

[gestures to Tatsuya's clean shirts]

[motorcycle_noises]

The more outfits that are saved, the less you have to spend your points for losing on replacements.

[foolmetwice]

Win-win.

[a beat]

. . . no third win, though.

[because, uh. heads exploded]

[motorcycle_noises]

Well, can't have a hat trick every time.

[foolmetwice]

Thought we sure as shit try, don't we?

[motorcycle_noises]

It's always worth a shot.

[foolmetwice]

Yeah.

[scrubs at his face, but he just winds up smearing a bit of blood against his cheeks. he pulls away and stares at his bloodied hand, making a face]

. . . hey. Who from your unit was at the game?

[motorcycle_noises]

....Joker's okay. It was just me, Nine-nine, and Thorn-san.

[foolmetwice]

[that's a relief, but only a mild one because Bad End still BLEW UP]

I'll try to stop by later. If that's okay.

[motorcycle_noises]

Sure, I don't mind. Go right ahead.

[foolmetwice]

. . . cool.

[. . .]

I think our units should talk.

[motorcycle_noises]

...Talk? About what?

[foolmetwice]

Well, we both got our heads blown up, so.

We should talk about preventing that in the future.

[motorcycle_noises]

....Oh. Oh!

[ He looks startled. ]

...Yeah, maybe we should talk.