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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. ]

[ Rules ] [ Rooms ] [ Results ] [ Endgame, Revivals & Winners ]

Comments

[neigh_sayer]

Doesn't look like that saved Taisho. It's all luck, ultimately. Good timing and fortune of who's here. It's cruel in its own way.

[shutthefoxup]

That's for sure. Ah...more and more I realize units really are all unpredictable.

[neigh_sayer]

What makes you say that?

[shutthefoxup]

Probably thoughts for later.

[neigh_sayer]

Fair enough. [reaches into his bundle, pulls out a tiny wooden chest/jewelry box.]

Here, have a souvenir.

[shutthefoxup]

Ah? I'll treasure it always. What did your room look like?

[neigh_sayer]

Pretty comfy actually! Old school lights, lots of paper. It would have been a nice spot if not for the threat of death over our heads.

[shutthefoxup]

Mmmmm weighty death umbrella.

Sounds like our room. It was pretty, I guess? Aside from, yeah, looming death and all.

[neigh_sayer]

Aside from ALL THAT. . .oh well.

Aaaaanyway, check in later? We've. . .got a lot of folks to touch base with.

[shutthefoxup]

Mm, same. Good luck with check ins.

[neigh_sayer]

[waves and gonna skip on off because like a quarter of his subordinates have matching neck scars now whee]